I nodded my head. “You’re my soulmate, Georgia Moore. I’ve known it for a long time, and I’ve been patient for longer than you can imagine. But I’m done. I’m not going to be your patient anymore. I’m not going to be sick or tired anymore. I’m just going to be yours. And I plan to fight for you. I love you, and I want to be with you. And I can guaran-fucking-tee that I’m a better man for you than my father.”
She let out a surprised laugh before covering her mouth and clearing her throat. “Hunter.”
“I mean it. I’ve seen what he’s like with women—with my mom. And I’m nothing like that. I might’ve been with other women before you, thinking I would never get to be with you until this moment right here until you were mine. You don’t deserve someone like my father. The only thing you have in common is your age”.
“Hunter.” She spoke more sternly this time, reaching out to put her hand on my arm. “I know.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t go as far as to say your dad is abad guy. He’s justnot the guy for me.”
My heart raced in my chest, the monitor on my left beeping erratically. She rose and leaned over, turning it off before twisting her head and finding herself much closer to me than before.
“Who is then?” I managed to ask once I got my heart under control again.
She tilted her head just slightly and grinned. “Do you really have to ask?”
Reaching out, I cupped her chin and brushed my thumb along her bottom lip. The stickiness of her lip gloss made it catch as I pulled it away thoughtfully. “Yes, I do. Only to hear you say it.”
“You, Hunter Stanton. You are the guy for me. Age be damned. Professional responsibility be damned. To hell with all of it,” she laughed. “I only want you. No matter what.”
I exhaled and grinned as I leaned in closer, brushing her nose with mine. “Thank God because I feel the same.” I kissed her again with a finality that promised there would be no more running away, no more will-we-won’t-we’s. This was it. No more holding back.
Her lip gloss tasted like cinnamon candy as I flicked my tongue along the seam of her lips, easing her open so I could taste nothing but her. She stepped closer to me, allowing me to reach out and slide my arm around her waist, gripping a handful of her luscious ass.Finally.
“Oh, God, yes.” I moaned, making her laugh as she pulled back to look down at me.
“Seriously?”
“Definitely. Your tits are amazing, but I am an ass man, and yours …” I gave her a chef’s kiss, and she laughed again. The sound was unlike anything in the world, and I wanted to hear it over and over again. Lucky for me, I would because I planned on making her laugh for the rest of our lives.
Tilting to the side, I glanced at the door and grinned when I saw that she’d closed it behind her to give us privacy.
“Come here again.” I leaned toward her, claiming her lips once more as my hand massaged one of her ass cheeks before rising to the waist of her scrubs. I slipped a hand beneath the band and the lacy material of her panties under my fingertips.
“You came dressed to impress,” I mumbled against her mouth, my grin widening as the blush rose on her cheeks. “Let me thank you.”
Shifting around a bit, I brought my hand to the front and stroked along the fabric toward her damp mound. Humming in approval, I resisted the urge to make a crack about her arousal and decided to appreciate this offering instead.
“Hunter.” Her hand grasped my wrist as she stared at me with wide eyes. “If we get caught—”
“Professional responsibility be damned, remember? Besides, the door is closed, and I can be fast.” I flashed her an impish grin.
“Maybe I don’t want fast,” she said, the blush deepening her cheeks.
I laughed despite myself and kissed her again. “Oh, babe, when I get you in my bed, I’m going to takeallnight. I promise. But right now? I want to watch you come on my fingers, so I know you’ll spend the rest of your shift thinking about how if I’m this good with my hand, how good am I with my cock?”
With a shit-eating smirk, I pulled my wrist from her grip and slid my hand under her panties.
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My heart was thumping sohard in my chest that it was a good thing he was wearing the monitor instead of me. They’d be calling a code blue because I was on the verge of heart failure.
But then his fingers slid between my lower lips, circling my clit, and the rest of the world around me seemed to come grinding to a halt as a soft moan escaped. Hunter smirked, pleased with this reaction as he carried on stroking the throbbing little bud before dipping his fingers deeper, slicking them between my folds until I felt a digit sink into me.
“Fuck.” I grabbed the rail of his bed, my knuckles turning white while my eyelids fluttered shut.
“That’s it, babe, let me fuck you like a good girl.”