She swallows.
I grin. “Good girl.”
She slumps back against the counter. “Wow.”
I scoop her up and carry her upstairs, into the shower. We wash each other, grab towels, dry off, and tumble into bed.
Exhaustion presses behind my eyes.
I pull her close, her ass snug against me. My cock stirs—an instinctive response to the most beautiful woman in the world shifting in my arms.
“Thank you for trusting me,” I murmur.
She sighs, content. “I feel safe with you.”
45
I Can’t Go Home
Emily's Search History: what happened to Jenny Taylor
Emily
“Yourlunchtimeappointmentishere,” Kayla tells me, popping her head around my doorframe.
“Thank you,” I reply, standing to greet Eli.
While Eli does sometimes come straight into my office, it’s less suspicious if I treat him like anyone else, meeting him in the waiting room.
“I don’t know how you manage not to jump that man’s bones being in here alone with him twice a week,” she adds as I pass.
Oh, if only she knew.
“Though,” she continues, “I guess you have your hunk on the motorbike—and don’t think I haven’t noticed you still won’t tell me who he is.”
My gaze skitters everywhere but her, lips pressing together awkwardly.
She sighs, realising I won’t be opening up.
Then Eli is there, beaming at me. “Ange—” my eyes widen “—Doctor Morgan.”
“Eli, come on in.” My tone is cool. Professional.
Kayla retreats to her desk while Eli follows me inside, closing the door firmly behind us.
The moment it clicks shut, he’s dragging me flush against him, slotting his mouth over mine. “Mmm, I missed you.”
I smile against his lips. “Missed you too.”
Thankfully, in the months since Gia’s break-in, I convinced Eli to go back to work and stop following me everywhere. I think knowing I wasn’t going anywhere made it easier for him.
He’s definitely around more than a sane person should be. But he’s not putting his whole life on hold to watch me anymore, so that’s a win in my book.
He’s come a long way from the man who first stepped into my office announcing he was a stalker. That man just needed someone to choose him. To put him first.
My phone vibrates on my desk, and since this isn’t a real appointment, I turn to check it.
Then freeze.