Page 46 of Doctor Daddies

“All of this,” I reply, glancing around. “Having me here again, I mean. Back in your lives.”

He stares at me for a moment, like he truly can’t make sense of what I’m saying.

“With all the drama that’s come of it,” I explain, prompting him as best I can. “I know it hasn’t exactly been easy?—”

“Millie,” he murmurs, drawing me a little closer, moving between my legs right there where I sit on the counter. “I would do every moment of this again if it meant I got to see you.”

And before I can reply, he kisses me, planting his lips against mine in the kind of soft embrace that makes my heart flutter in my chest. All the emotion of the day has left me feeling vulnerable and open in a way I haven’t for a long time, and the second he kisses me, it’s like all of that comes welling up to the surface, impossible to ignore, impossible to deny.

I pull back—but he kisses me again, harder this time, and I find myself drawn flush into his arms as I move my hands into his hair. I know this isn’t the time to be doing something like this, but I just need to lose myself in any way that I can, to forget about everything that’s happening around me and let the desire take hold. His hands grasp for my hips, and I can already feel him starting to stir to life beneath his jeans.

“Millie,” he murmurs. “You know I would do anything for you, don’t you?”

I can hardly find the words to reply, deepening our kiss by way of response and hoping that will pass for what he’s looking for. I love the way he feels against me, the scent of him as it swirls around the two of us—like a cocoon keeping us from the rest of the world, somewhere we can just lose ourselves to each other entirely.

He reaches to my skirt, pushing it up over my hips and slipping his hand between my legs so he can brush his fingers over the outside of my panties. It’s only the barest bit of pressure, but it’senough to bring a whimper to my lips, and I feel him grinning against me, clearly enjoying every one of my reactions.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asks, and I nod. I need to feel him inside of me, that sensation of being spread open, being filled.

He took me on the couch the other night while we were with the guys, but I’ve never been with him and him alone before. Suddenly, it seems like the most important thing in the universe, and I reach down to slip my panties off, letting them pool on the kitchen floor below us.

My fingers graze pointedly at the outside of his pants, and he wastes no time in unzipping them and pulling his cock into his hand. I steal a glance at him, and I can see pre-cum glistening on his tip—it’s the last thing I catch sight of before he moves beneath my skirt and brings himself to my entrance, drawing me right to the edge of the counter so he can fuck me in exactly the way he wants to.

Both of us moan as he enters me for the first time, my arms winding around him as my ankles hook behind his back. He gazes at me, his eyes so passionate that it feels as though they might set me on fire. I do my best to stare back at him, making sure he knows that I want this just as badly as he does. He slides himself in to the hilt and holds himself there for a moment, letting me feel him, every inch of him, as he parts my folds and takes me. He brushes his nose against mine, his breath warm on my skin, and lets me linger in that sensation for just a second longer.

And then, finally, he begins to move.

His body flexes into mine, drawing back and then plunging inside me. I cry out, the sound echoing around the kitchen, thequiet apartment broken only by the noise of our bodies coming together. I squeeze my thighs on either side of him, drawing him in deep, needing to close whatever distance there might still be between us once and for all.

“Mmm,” he moans, dragging his lips across my cheek as he breathes in the scent of me. I can feel how hard he is inside of me, how much he needs me right now, and I turn my head and press it into his chest, squeezing my eyes shut again so I can focus on just how damn good it feels.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, as he fucks me on the counter, slowing his pace slightly as though he’s savoring every second of my body wrapped around his. The angle he’s taking me at, it allows him to grind against my clit with every thrust, adding a delicious new layer of pleasure that’s already starting to send me tipping toward my release.

He takes his time guiding me there, clearly sensing that I’m responding to everything he’s giving me right now. I pull back to catch my breath and he kisses me, driving himself to the hilt inside of me, and I draw in a sharp breath against his lips; and then, my body gives out, my pussy clenching around his length as I come on his cock.

He just keeps himself there, our hips pressed flush together, his muscles tense as he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. It’s like he doesn’t want to let go, like he can’t even imagine it. Like he knows as well as I do that, as soon as he pulls back, we’re going to have to deal with the reality that waits on the other side for us.

But I don’t have to think about that right now. All I have to think about is the cresting pleasure flooding from between my legs to consume every inch of my body. My nails stroke across the napeof his neck and his shoulders, communicating to him in every way I can just how damn good this feels.

And it seems to be my pleasure that takes him to his release, as he groans against me, his cock finally twitching deep within me as he fills me with his warmth. My thighs are still twitching against him, my body tugging on him as if reluctant to give him up. For a little while, the two of us just hold each other there, breathing hard, trying to come down to earth in any way that we can.

I know this is only going to make things a million times more complicated than they already are. And I know that I should be smarter than to let something like this happen. But when I’m with him, when I’m with any of them, it’s not like I’m thinking about the most sensible option.

No, I’m just thinking about how much I want them—and how there’s almost nothing I wouldn’t do if it meant that I could show them how much I care.

22

MILLIE

As soon asI wake up, I know something is wrong.

My heart is beating hard in my chest, and I look around into the darkness, trying to figure out what has awoken me from my sleep so suddenly. My first thought is Matt, drunk, trying to get into the apartment to confront me like he did with the guys at the office. But then I hear a noise from next door, and I spring to my feet and rush through to check on Lewis.

When I open the door, my stomach drops. Lewis is on the floor, curled up into a ball, and he’s clutching at himself as though he’s in agony. I hurry over to his side, dropping down on my knees and putting a hand on his cheek. He feels cold.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I ask him, doing my best to sound as calm as possible. The last thing he needs is for me to flip out on him, even though that’s all I want to do right now.

“It hurts, Mommy,” he groans, and I reach over to flick on the light. His face is pale, and he closes his eyes, turning to bury his face into the carpet. Sensitivity to light, that’s never a good sign.