Page 29 of Doctor Daddies

For a moment, my mind flashes back to being with James, the way his tongue worked between my legs to push me over the edge, and I moan. The thought of that encounter being a prelude to this one, foreplay to make Ross want me more than he could resist, it’s hot in a way I didn’t know my body would respond to.

He slips his hand down to my mound, palm against my belly as he reaches down to play with my clit. The sudden shock of the new sensation is almost overwhelming, my body in complete submission to his as I let him give me what I want.

I can’t hold back, don’t want to, as I grip on to the back of the chair, using it as leverage to move myself down against him with even more passion and purpose. I don’t know if anything could draw us apart right now, even if someone were to throw open that door and catch us in the act, just as he had with James and me a few days ago. In fact, the thought sends a spiraling thrill of excitement through me, knowing how much danger we could be putting ourselves in, and neither of us can give enough of a damn to make it stop.

I press my forehead against his, breathing him in as his fingers continue to trace circles against my clit, his breath hot on my skin, his eyes aflame with a need that seems to reach down deep inside of me and demand every moment of his attention.

With one last thrust, I feel him reach his release inside of me, a frantic want overwhelming him as he drives himself all the way inside of me and then stills himself there. The warmth of his seed pulses within me, the feeling so intense it’s like it burns through every inch of me at once.

I can’t do anything but give myself to him, anything but let this delicious sensation take control of me. I sink my hips down against him, enveloping every inch of his cock inside of me to make sure that I don’t spill a drop, and the look in his eyes is all it takes for my body to crest into the release I have been waiting for too.

I sigh as I come, more relief than anything else, back arching into him as our bodies sink together. He moves his hand from my belly to the small of my back, cupping it lightly there for a moment and pulling me close to him, as though he can’t stand for there to be any distance between us at all.

I know how he feels.

I part my lips, dragging them against his, trying to find the language to tell him what’s going through my mind and failing miserably. It’s been so long since we were last together, and yet when he touches me like this, it’s as though the years just fall away, as though nothing at all has changed between us.

I know, of course, that it has—that my entire life has flipped on its head since the last time I was with this man. But when he touches me like this, holds me the way he does, the time vanishes.

He rocks me gently on his cock a few more times before he eases me off, letting me slip down into his lap and rest there for a moment while I catch my breath. I loop my arms around him, hanging on for dear life—no way can I risk standing up right now, not without my legs giving out underneath me.

He grins, clearly sensing how hard it is for me to keep myself together. “You okay?” he asks softly, his voice a little gravelly from the exertion.

I nod. “I think so,” I murmur back, brushing my fingers over his cheek and looking into his eyes. I love the way he seems to soften in these moments, his guard down.

Ross, out of the three of them, seems to be the most reserved, and I wonder how long it will be before I get to catch a glimpse of him like this again. If it takes hooking up with him in his office to make it happen…well, I guess that’s just a sacrifice I’ll have to make, huh?

“You should get yourself dressed,” he tells me, rubbing his thumb along my spine. “Don’t want to be late for the appointment, huh?”

“Sure, sure,” I reply. “Just give me a second. Not sure I’m up to standing yet.”

He chuckles, gently coaxing me to my feet and offering me a hand to rest on so my legs don’t fail me entirely. Today, I’m meant to be confirming the pregnancy—but honestly, after what we just did, if I’m not pregnant already, I know for damn sure that I will be now.

And as I feel Ross’s gaze lingering on my face, I know that there’s nothing at all I wouldn’t do to make sure that I give him—and James and Cole—everything that they could ever ask for.

14

COLE

“Hello?”

I answer the phone blearily, voice still scratchy from sleep, as I swing my legs out of bed and rise to my feet.

It’s not unusual for me to get calls first thing in the morning like this, normally from a client who needs reassurance about something or other that’s happening with their procedure that day. Normally, I’m happy to do what I can to convince them that they have nothing to worry about, but when I hear the voice down the line, something else in me perks up.

“Cole, I’m sorry,” Millie’s voice greets me. “But I really need some help right now. I’m having the worst morning sickness, and I need someone to get Lewis some breakfast and get him ready for school before I?—”

She lets out a heave down the line, and I grab my clothes, already getting dressed before she can finish what she’s saying.

“Just leave the door unlocked,” I tell her. “I’ll be down as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay, thank you…” She hangs up before she can say another word, clearly too consumed by the illness to think of much else, and I can’t say I blame her.

I run a hand through my hair, heading to the bathroom to wash up quickly before I attend to my duties—this is going to be the first time I’ve ever met Lewis, after all, and I want to make sure that I leave him with a good impression.

I try not to let that thought linger in my mind for too long, or else I’m going to get up in my head about it and that’s the last thing she needs right now. No, what she needs is someone who’s going to help her out when she needs it. Not someone who’s going to give up the moment they’re faced with any kind of doubt.

Lewis is just a kid, as far as I’m concerned. It’s not like he’s going to take one look at me and know that I’m in contention to be his father. I know what I’m doing here—just make him some breakfast and get him off to school and that will be the end of it.