Accidental Doctor Daddy (Unintentionally Yours)

by Mia Mara

I had a carry-on full of emotional damage and a broken heart that still flinched whenever someone looked at me too closely.

“Tell me,” she said, “is this your thing? Hit on younger women in paradise and hope they say yes before they sober up?”

I grinned. “Sweetheart, I don’t need paradise to get a yes. But I’ll admit the moonlight helps.”

“I don’t want to fix you,” I continued. “But I’ll make you forget him. Just for one night. Every cruel word he said. Every time he made you feel like too much or not enough. I’ll take all of that and fuck it out of your system.”

“I’ll replace those memories with my hands on your skin,” I said, voice like a promise. “With your name on my tongue while you come apart in my mouth. I want you to remember what it feels like to be craved.” “You don’t even know me,” she whispered. I brought my hand to her cheek, thumb brushing across her flushed skin. “No, but I see you.” She swallowed hard. “I want to be the man who reminds you how fucking powerful you are,” I said, breath hot against her lips. “You think you’re broken? Then let me put you back together the only way I know how.”

“I don’t do this,” she whispered, barely audible. I tilted her chin up gently, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Maybe tonight, you should.” Her lips parted, but she didn't speak. I leaned in, voice low and rough. “You want to know what I’d do if you came to my room?” I whispered, grazing her lips with mine. “First, I’d peel that dress off slowly. I’d want to see it fall. Want to watch you step out of it like you’re stepping into fire.” Her thighs pressed together, hips shifting ever so slightly. “I’d run my hands up those gorgeous legs and feel how wet you are already—how badly you need to be touched.” She whimpered. “Then I’d get on my knees. Right in front of you. My mouth on your pussy until you

forget every single man who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing.”

“I’d suck your clit until you’re crying my name. Make you come on my tongue. Twice. Maybe three times if I’m feeling generous.” “Jesus,” she breathed. “And then,” I growled, lips inches from hers, “when your legs can’t hold you up anymore, I’d fuck you so deep and so slow, you’d swear I was the only man you’ve ever had.”

“You’d beg for more,” I whispered, “and I wouldn’t stop until I knew you wouldn’t walk straight tomorrow.”

“I’m going to ruin this beautiful body tonight.” His tongue slid across his lower lip as his eyes darkened. “And I’m afraid you definitely won’t be walking straight tomorrow… so I thought I should apologize ahead of time.”

But Carrie always warned me about “should.” “Should is someone else’s expectation,” she’d say. And damn it, she was always right.

The jog to the ED bay doors was quick—just down the hall. The paramedics rattled off stats as they wheeled her in through the doors. Blood pressure dropping. Tachycardic. Four or five weeks early. I moved in to assess the patient. And then⁠— Everything inside me seized. The hallway shrank, my pulse roaring in my ears. Ella.

This Ella was pale. Wrung out. A fighter hanging by a thread. And pregnant. With twins.

“Are they mine?” The words ripped out of me, raw and unforgiving, shattering my careful plan. No easing in. No waiting.

And the words slid from me in a voice that barely sounded like mine. “They’re yours.”

“You’re mine, Ella.”

“I don’t care what’s between us and the rest of the world,” he growled, voice low and rough, like it was clawing its way up from someplace buried deep. “I want you. I want our girls. And I’m not walking away.”

“Leo may be my son,” he said, voice ragged, “but you… you’re my family now.”

“You really mean it,” I whispered, not quite believing it. “I do.” I nodded slowly, breath catching in my throat. “Okay,” I said, voice small. “Okay.”