She sits with her legs crossed, the shirt tucked between them.
Here is the thing about that shirt—it’s the latest scientific experiment, a gift from an entrepreneur. When I see it getting lighter in color, that red fading—between her legs, at her chest, and near her neck, she didn’t notice it yet—I can’t help but grin. That means her temperature is rising.
“I have to do some work,” I say, seeing her smile fade. Kitten is disappointed. I lean closer to whisper in her ear, “And Doc said not to strain you physically.”
I punctuate the last word and glance down at her shirt, noticing the two pebbles of her nipples poking through the fabric that’s turning lighter by the minute.
The wild thing is getting hot, and I have to hold back a grin.
“Got it. Not straining,” she says, biting her lip.
My phone beeps.
I push off the table to check it. It’s Doc. He sent the test result, the poison chart, and the blood cell count.
Shit.
Not great.
There goes my hope of having a little playtime with the wild thing.
“You are taking my bed,” I say coldly. “So get comfortable.”
Kat is quiet, and when I meet her gaze, I wanna think it’s as disappointed as mine. “No entertainment tonight?”
“Doc said you should relax.”
“Anything I should worry about?” Thereisworry in her eyes now.
“No. But you are going to bed.”
We exhale at the same time.
That fucking snake…
“If I sleep in your bed… where areyousleeping?” She doesn’t look away from me.
“If I am? Don’t worry about it.”
I know she wants more.Iwant more. But fuck, it’s a bit complicated when she might go into a respiratory arrest during the process. That would be just my luck.
“Let me know if there’s anything you need,” I say, parting with her in the living room and walking to the wall that hides the entrance to my office and will hide me away from her.
I can feel her stare. Know she is watching me, expecting something else. But if I’m next to her, with her wearing that shirt and nothing underneath, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.
I finally have the girl I’m hard for in my bed.
And the doctor’s orders are to leave her alone.
Shoot me.
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I keepmy eyes on the computer screens—three of them open at once as I try to focus on work.
But my dick has a mind of its own. I imagine going over to my bedroom where the wild thing lies between my sheets, yanking her shirt up, and fucking her senseless.