Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“Noah…oh yes!” she cried out when I palmed her ass and raised her hips, changing the angle so I pushed in just a little deeper.
She was small, but her body was made for me, and her channel sheathed all eleven inches of my cock. The head of my dick was hitting her cervix with every thrust, and I silently willed it to accept my offering.
“Come, baby doll,” I rasped, fighting to hold back my climax until she was ready. “I want your womb ripe and ready for me. We’re gonna make a baby tonight, Samantha.”
The next time I slammed home, Samantha threw her head back and screamed as her pussy walls clamped down on my cock, milking it as I moved and drawing my orgasm to the surface.
“Fuck!” I bellowed as pure ecstasy rocketed through my body. Samantha’s nails scored my back, and the sting zapped straight to my dick, heightening the pleasure when I exploded inside her.
A knock on my door shattered my fantasy. I growled, irritated by the interruption, but more than that, I was frustrated that it hadn’t been real. I wasn’t so sure the next five months wouldn’t kill me. Could you die from blue balls? I’d been slipping into daydreams like that for eight weeks now. That couldn’t be healthy for my baby makers.
I minimized the screen with the camera feeds and grunted, “What?”
Perry raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you just a bowl of sunshine this morning?”
“As if anyone has ever described me that way…” I drawled.
He chuckled. “Touché.”
“What can I do for you, Perry?” I tried not to sound impatient, but I only had another hour before I was scheduled to perform surgery at the hospital.
“Rhett sent over a prospectus on the buildings you were considering for the new research lab.” He dropped a thin blue binder on my desk. Followed by a red one. “Dr. Janez sent the report on the patient she wants you to consult on.” Last, he set a green folder on top of the pile. “Here are the listings for the houses and apartments that fit the criteria you gave me.”
“Thanks.” I gave him a genuine smile so he would know I was grateful for his work.
He nodded. “No problem. Oh,”—he snapped the fingers on one hand as an overly chagrined expression fell over his face—“I almost forgot.” I narrowed my eyes, suspicious of his poor attempt to appear disinterested. “Rush called. Apparently, he has a gift for you that will either make the next five months easier or more torturous. It’s up to you.” When Perry finished relaying the message, he stood there and watched me for a few moments, clearly hoping I would elaborate on Rush’s meaning.
“Thanks, Perry,” I said in a deliberately dismissive tone as I turned back to my computer and tried to look busy.
There was only one reason Rush would have mentioned that time frame, so as soon as my office door shut behind Perry, I grabbed my cell phone off the desk and called my best friend.
“Wow,” he said when he picked up. “That was fast. Perry must be dying of curiosity.”
I rolled my eyes and clicked my mouse to fill my screen with the day care camera feeds again. “How long?”
Rush laughed. “I think we hung up no more than five to ten minutes ago.”
“It’s going to bite him in the ass one of these days,” I said dryly.
“I doubt it.”
In reality, Rush wasn’t wrong. Perry had an impressive work ethic, was honest, and—for the most part—was a straight shooter. However, his biggest flaw was his love of gossip. In most people, that would hold them back in the professional world because people didn’t trust someone who loved to get dirt on others and then spread it around. But Perry was the only person I’d ever met who wanted all the details for everything and never repeated a word of it. I sometimes wondered why he went into medical administration when he would have made a fucking awesome psychiatrist.
“So what is this good or bad thing you called about? And what will I owe you for it?”
Rush chuckled, and I heard someone yell something in the background. He called back that he would be there in five, then the sounds faded as if he were moving to a quieter area.
“You’re on call?” Despite his billion-dollar trust fund and philanthropic work, Rush was also a fireman. Something most people didn’t understand, but I could relate since I still made time to work in pediatrics a few days a month. It was our way of doing something fulfilling that didn’t come with news articles, paparazzi, and a big paycheck.
“Yeah. There was an injury on the truck yesterday, and they needed an extra set of hands. But before they called me, I overheard something from Faith at the coffee house this morning.” That statement might have shocked other people, but I was aware of Rush’s obsessive need to be with Faith as often as possible, even from a distance. I certainly had no room to criticize. “Are you still looking for people to entertain the kids in the pediatric ward?”