fingers to brush against my skin under my clothes, to feel the silkiness of her exploring me.
"Then let's come up with a proposition. We're going to be in each other's lives for the next three years. We can find a way for you to work the money off, or, when you're a successful surgeon, you can just pay me back." I released her and took a step back before taking a shallow breath. "Don't deny my help. Please. I have no one in my life to bless with all I've received."
"Where are your parents?" she asked softly.
"They died when I was young, and I have no siblings." I glanced up at the ceiling, hating how much it hurt to bare my soul to anyone. "I honestly have no one."
"That's horrible." She stayed put, but I could see the desire she had to move closer.
"It's life, and it's been by choice, I think. I love it here, as I've said before. Let me help you." I gave her a warm smile.
She nodded just before pulling her bottom lip into her mouth and studying my face. "Not that I'm that great, but what if... what if I gave you my time? My attention? What if I gave you access to me? Would that at all be of interest to you?"
I almost swallowed my tongue. She wasn't anywhere as innocent as I'd believed her to be. I couldn't speak as I watched her closely. My body hardened painfully and I ached to take her up on the offer, starting now.
She shook her head. "I'm sorry. Forget I said that. I've never tried to sell myself for money. I don't know what I was…"
"Yes. I want that." I nodded as warmth flooded me. "I don't know what the details would be, but I've spent too many nights with women I don't know just to feel some semblance of warmth. I want what you're offering."
Her cheeks flooded with a beautiful muted red, and I touched the side of her face, forcing her to look up at me.
"But only if you want what you've offered. I won’t be comfortable with us sharing ourselves together if you're not at all attracted to me." My head was spinning. Were we really having this conversation? I could barely keep up thanks to the blood pumping through me at breakneck speed.
"I am." She glanced down and took a shaky breath. "I know I shouldn't be, but I can't stop thinking about you."
"Not love, Elizabeth. Lust." I moved closer as she reached for me, her hands sliding over my hips as she gripped me tightly. "Offer me lust."
She nodded and moved up to her toes as I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was delicious, everything I thought it would be. She groaned low in her chest as I slid my fingers into her silky, thick hair and forced my tongue deep into her mouth.
We were both panting by the time I pulled back, and I had no doubt that I'd found my match in the bedroom if nothing else. The fact that she could keep up so well in my operating room made the idea of taking her late at night even more appetizing.
"Lust," she whispered. "I can do that."
"Good. We're nothing more than what we were five minutes ago when we're here at the hospital or anywhere in town. Understood?" I gripped her face tightly and leaned down for another long kiss. She opened up to me and pressed herself to the front of me as my insides throbbed with desire.
"I understand." She moved back and pressed her hand to her lips. "You call when you need me, and I'll come."
"Yes, several times if I have anything to say about it." I licked at my mouth and walked around the desk, not entirely sure how I felt about things. "Give me your bank account information soon, and I'll set up an automatic pull from one of my accounts."
"Not too much, okay? I'm serious, Aiden." She moved to the door, and I almost lamented letting her go. There was relief in not hiding just how much she turned me on, but now that it was out in the open between us, I was ready for the next step. I wanted her beneath me, wet, hot, tight, mine.
"That's none of your concern. No more being worried about money. Just focus your job here, and on me when I need you, and everything will work out." I
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