Second one for today. : -)
SLOANE One: I'm late.Two: I'm lostThree: My legs are still shaking from how hard the orgasm hit me.“Sloane?” A familiar voice calls me, and I turn. I smile as I come face to face with Tyson. He looks dashing in his white dust coat with the stethoscope around his neck. “Ty!” I smile as he gives me a side hug. “I honestly didn’t think I'd see you again. Seeing how we left things the other night.” He waves me off, “Your husband did try to get me transferred, but I recently moved here, so Dr. Quinn Snr thankfully rejected it. He said a transfer is only possible after three months. I'm pretty sure he'll move me by then.” He laughs, and guilt grips me.I had a feeling. But if Ian's dad rejected it, it means Tyson is also from money and connections. Otherwise, not even the Snr Doctor would have heard about this transfer. Right after our hot session in the car park, he called Anderson and asked him to come home immediately. My guts told me this was that urgent thing he told him he ne
IANI watch as my wife grabs my aunt’s wrist midair, stopping the slap she thought she could land on me.Not that I was going to let it reach my cheek.But I can’t help the smile I’m fighting off when I see Sloane, in oversized scrubs and white sneakers, standing there like a goddamn queen threatening the most feared woman in my family.My aunt, Dr. Mei Quinn, who refused to take her husband's name when she got married since it apparently doesn't hold enough power, doesn’t scare easily.Hell, she doesn’t flinch. Not at bullets, blood, or billion-dollar lawsuits. She is a selfish greedy bitch who will do anything to have everything under her name. Except, I'm her hindrance and it makes her so angry.There’s a twitch in her jaw as she tries to yank her wrist from Sloane’s grip without looking weak.Sloane doesn’t budge.Her hand stays firm, steady and her expression doesn’t crack.And fuck, it’s so hot I almost forget what's happening so I can take her right against my wall.Sloane fina
SLOANE “You're late, Silver. Care to tell me why?” A deep voice I wasn't expecting stops me in my tracks. I'm using Ian's office since I don't have my own, and it makes my life easier since he has so much space you can fit in three offices here. I was hoping he's in surgery, but I guess my hope went to shit considering the glare he's hitting me with right now. I blink, slowly turning to face him, with the most fake smile I can muster on my face,“It's only been a few minutes, Husband. Do you miss me already?” I arch a brow, keeping my tone light.Ian doesn’t smile.He just shuts the door behind him, and the soft click sound somehow sounds louder than it should.His gaze drags over me, starting from the messy bun I threw together in Athena’s car mirror, down to my tight pencil skirt that definitely violates at least three hospital rules. He stops at my legs, and his jaw ticks.“I asked you a question.”“And I heard it,” I say, dropping my bag onto the leather chair that isn’t mine
SLOANE “The dead has resurrected!” A beautiful woman with flawless skin and red hair pulls me into a hug. “Isabelle, you're choking her.” Athena says. I give her a full smile as a look of horror crosses her beautiful face. She releases me, and I let out a soft laugh. “It's okay.” I smile. We are standing in the car park where Anderson just dropped me since my husband is apparently too high up in the sky to take a ride with me. Rocco and Kade are somewhere in the shadows, I've gotten so used to them hiding in plain sight that I don't even bother anymore. I had tried asking Ian to give me a smart watch instead. You know, those high-tech stuff I can press on when there is an emergency?He didn't even look at me when he said, “Not happening.”So I considered if going to jail for murdering your husband was worth it. “Why do I get the feeling that you've been avoiding us?” The woman whose name I've gathered is Isabelle, says to me, and I shake my head. Ian, who finally believes my
SLOANE I'M LOSING MY MIND.I was so angry when Ian left me on edge. I even pleaded and tried to negotiate an exchange, but he simply moved, buckled my seat belt , walked to the driver's seat, and drove us home.Frustration is fine, sexual frustration is not.That's why I feel like I might just commit murder. I tried finishing by myself the moment I walked into the shower, but it wasn't as explosive as I wanted. I felt like something was missing, and all I want is for this sick bastard to touch me.The moment I hear footsteps, I pull my robe off and lay on the bed completely naked and pretending to sleep.I hear the door open and close. “You'll get pneumonia at that rate.” He comments dryly and walks straight to his closet. “Then fuck me so I can quickly dress up.” I blurt out. Not knowing where the courage is coming from because last time I checked I hated the feeling of being touched.“Can I kiss you?” His words echo in my mind and goes straight to my heart warming it and dropping
SLOANE The moment my lips crash into his, it’s like something snaps.Ian’s hands grip my waist and yank me so hard against him that I lose my breath. His kiss isn’t sweet or careful it’s bruising and punishing, full of frustration and want. And I take every second of it because I want him to lose control. I want to feel that rage and obsession pour into me until I forget everything else.“You drive me fucking insane,” he growls into my mouth, biting my bottom lip until I gasp. “Every fucking second of the day.”He trails his mouth down my neck, sucking and biting like he wants to mark every inch of skin that doesn’t scream his name. I tilt my head back, gasping when his tongue traces a slow line just below my jaw.He closes the gap between our lips and I part making him deepen the kiss. “You like making me mad, don’t you?” he mutters, for a second before I close the gap again. Needing him to swallow me whole as I claw at his shirt, trying to pull him closer than we already are.Wit