Free Her Doctor Daddy by Shelly Douglas Page B

Slow and deliberate, his strides were steady and deep-seated over and over, her moans quickly escalating to groans until he felt her clench and flutter around his hard shaft. Thrusting into her one final time, he ground his pelvis hard against hers and shattered as she squeezed convulsively around him.
    Shuddering in breaths of gasping completion, her eyes remained closed and he stared upon her face as his thick seed pulsed deep inside. Keeping perfectly still, she waited patiently until he softened within her velvety cunny. As his lips touched her forehead, her eyelids slowly lifted. “So how does it feel to be all mine?” he asked, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he smiled.
    “Like pure heaven,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around his body.
    He smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “Was I too rough for my angel?”
    She shook her head, grinning.
    “Good,” he said, rolling her so he could spoon her from behind. “Lex, I didn’t want to ruin the moment by asking too many questions, but what kind of protection are you using?”
    She swallowed hard before answering. “I took a class in college and learned how to monitor my cycle, so I’m aware of when my fertile time is. Don’t worry, we’re safe today.”
    He tumbled her onto her back. “Are you kidding? That’s not what I call protection . Oh, my God, you’re not under a doctor’s care?” he asked, his stern hazel eyes glaring down at her. “You’re telling me we just had unprotected sex?”
    Dramatically, she rolled her luminous baby blues up to the ceiling. “Don’t be silly. Just because I haven’t seen my gynecologist since last year doesn’t mean I’m not under anyone’s care. For your information, CM-BBT is a highly rated type of protection and completely natural. It stands for cervical mucus-basal body temperature…”
    “Yes, yes. I know exactly what it means. And tomorrow, I’m going to schedule you for a complete gynecological exam and see to it that you get some real birth control. After that, we’ll talk about how silly I am,” he scolded, rolling her back over to sleep in his strong arms.
    “Please, Raul,” she whined loudly. “I don’t want to have that kind of exam.”
    He smacked her backside in response. “Go to sleep, mi amorcita .”
    “Again with the Spanish?”
    “It means ‘my little love.’”
    She sucked in a deep, audible breath. “You aren’t angry with me?”
    He snuggled up closer, his teeth gently sinking into the back of her neck. “What do you think?”
    She smiled and sighed, interlocking her slender fingers with his large, protective ones.

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    Dick Cheek sneered at his nighttime security partner, Bob Paise. “Hey, keep your eyes on the monitors. You heard what Mr. Bozar instructed us to do.”
    “Who gives a fuck about that douchebag? He struts around like he’s God’s gift to women.”
    “He’s also our boss, and I happen to need this job,” Dick bellyached. “Not to mention the extra attention he gives that whiny little princess in the ER who thought she was being followed.”
    “Christ, she’s only been here a few weeks and walks around like she owns the fucking place. Not only is that little blond bombshell afraid of her own shadow, but I’ve heard through the rumor mill that she’s already balling Dr. Morales. I’d almost bet he’s the one that scared her, just to get into her tight little black pants.”
    “After the almighty doctor raised a ruckus about the lack of security, Mr. Bozar announced that he was looking to hire some extras. So, I told him to go down to that bar on the corner. He should be able to find some upstanding guys pretty quick there,” he added with a snicker, throwing a pack of cigarettes on the desk.
    “Hah! Did he actually answer you?”
    Dick shrugged his shoulders. “As usual, he told me to fuck off. Hey, Bob, shouldn’t you be starting to make your rounds? It’s almost eleven-thirty.”
    “Why don’t you make