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“I was joking. I don’t need anything. I forgive you. I love you. This is just about letting me look after you.”
“I’m all yours, trouble. Uh—Nurse Hallie. Use me however you wish.” I grab his erect cock through his boxers and caress it gently. “Lie still, then, Mr. Quinn. Let me get back to work.”
Freeing his dick, I slowly pull his boxers down and run my tongue along his shaft. “No problems here, sir. Very nice,” I praise, then twirl my tongue around the head before taking him deep in my throat. My eyes lock onto his.
I moan around his cock. His jaw clenches, like he’s trying his hardest to hold onto his self-restraint. I suck around the tip and let it pop out of my mouth.
I shuffle back and run my tongue along them, just as he asked. When he whimpers, shuffling against the mattress, I glance up and see him grabbing the blanket for dear life. “Hallie. Hallie. Hallie,” he pants my name. “Yes, baby?” I purr. “You’re making bed rest really fucking difficult right now, darlin’.”
“It’s against the law to handcuff my patients to the bed. But I might have to break that for you.”
“Beg for it,” I whisper. “Be a really good boy, beastie. Beg for my pussy.”
“Beg,” I order. His head tilts, eyes burning into mine. A flash of pure fire. That switch has flipped. I bite back a grin.
His fingers thrust inside me, the sound of my wetness filling the room. “Oh, fuck,” I moan. “Not how this goes, trouble. You want this side of me, don’t you? That’s why you push me. Now you’ve got him. Now beg for it. Beg me to fuck you and make you mine again.”
“Conan,” I warn. I feel him grin against my lips. “You know what you have to do, trouble.”
“Do I?” It’s a battle of submission. It’s hot. Dangerous. Raw. It’s us.
“Roll on your back, sir, and let me ride your dick. Now.”
“Oh, Conan,” I moan. “So fuckin’ gorgeous, Hallie. Look at you. Fuck.” His fingers dig into my ass as I start to bounce. “Oh, shit.”
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he rasps. I shake my head. “You are. You’re so perfect to me.”
“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” My moans turn to screams. He holds me by the throat, guiding my rhythm. “Yes. That’s it. Take it like a good girl.”
“Hallie, I need to get deeper.” Before I can answer, he sits up, scoots back against the headboard, still buried inside me. “Conan. Be careful, please,” I whisper against his lips. “You drive me wild, Hallie. I’ll be fine.”
“Come in me, beastie,” I pant. “Let me feel you claim me. Make me yours again.” “Jesus, Hallie.” I kiss him harder. “I fucking. Love. You,” he says between thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”
“I love you. I love you,” I chant. His orgasm rips through him. He roars out my name as he spills inside me. I pull back, cup his face, my thumb trailing his lip. “In my expert medical opinion, you’re healing nicely.”
“You want to tell me it all? No hiding. No sugarcoating?” “We have to. To move on, you have to see my demons.” I sigh and press a kiss to his temple. “I see the man behind all of it, and I love him. It will be fine, beastie. But we’re not going anywhere until the doctors sign you off. Got it?”
“We’re equals. You’re injured, and I’m looking after you. Now lay back.” He does as I say, and I gently clean him. I toss the cloth aside and scan his naked body. “You know, when you suggested kissing me in front of Ben, I was so convinced you were way out of my league.”
“Sit on my face, baby. I’ll show you how wrong that is.” I giggle. “That doesn’t even make sense.” “No. Probably not. But you’re naked in front of me, and I’m desperate to eat you out. There is no league. Just us. Now take a damn seat. Let me clean you up. Equals, remember?”
“Grab the headboard and ride my face properly. No holding back.” I position myself over him and sit. “Good girl.” He swipes his tongue along my center. “I like it when you flick my clit with the tip of your tongue,” I tell him.
“I promise, I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive. I want to be worthy of being the man you choose—and keep choosing. You have no idea how much that means to me, darlin’. I love you.”
We aren’t monsters. Not entirely. Or perhaps we are. But we have good hearts, and like my mom said…that’s all that really matters. And I want Hallie to see that. To know, that no matter what, she has my heart and soul.
“Does this mean I get a lifetime supply whenever I want?” she whispers as we drive the track toward my cabin. “Whatever you want from me is yours. I keep telling ya.”
“I kept smelling your aftershave on his fur. I thought it was because I missed you.” “Awww.” I stroke her cheek. “Thank you, Conan. You didn’t have to. Especially not then.” “Bertie’s your family too. I couldn’t not. Plus, he and I had a great time. His recall should be way better now. We worked on that in the woods behind my garage.”
“No way. That little traitor. I’ve been trying for years to train him.” “Be more dominant, baby.”
“I’m trying,” she protests, throwing her arms up. “Yes. You’re trying with me, but not your dog, Hallie. Trust me, you’re doing a perfect job with me.”
I once thought of this place as my peace. But I was wrong. Because I’m only at peace with her. My peace isn’t a place. It’s a person.
done.” I rise on my toes and kiss him. “Good boy,” I murmur. “But you can chase me any time.” His eyes darken. My cheeks flush. “Now show me your sex dungeon,”
I drift over to the floggers and whips hanging neatly along the wall, touching the braided leather. “Oooooh.” I spin to face him, heart pounding. “Pants down. Bend over the bench. I need to punish you for being so bad.”
“Now,” I say firmly.
“This is hot. But are you sure you’re ready for the consequences?” He steps close, towering over me. “Oh, I’m counting on them, beastie. Now bend over.”
“Don’t you dare,” he warns. I arch a brow, daring him. Slowly, he unbuckles his belt and lets his pants fall. I swallow hard as his cock springs free. He walks to the bench, bending over, muscles taut. “Good boy.”
I do it again, harder. “Fuck, trouble,” he groans, his hand curling around himself. “One more,” I say softly, “then you can come in my mouth.”
When the third strike lands, he spins so fast it makes me gasp. His eyes are pure darkness. “Knees,” he rasps.
“Open. Tongue out.” I obey, my heart hammering. “Good girl.” He taps his cock on my tongue, then ...
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“Fuck!” he groans, his hips jerking. Warmth spills across my tongue, and I swallow every drop. He pulls out, breathless, and I wipe my lip, looking up at him. “My turn?”
“Your punishment starts now.” “Did it feel good? Me whipping you into submission?” His grin is wicked. “Yeah. But now I need you.” “Patience will be rewarded.”
“I’ll reserve a room for us. Any time you want to tie me up, you just say the word.” “Please.” “Anything for you.” He hooks my chin. “Any other questions?” I shake my head, then pause. “Wait. One…”
He drops to his knees, lifting my dress over the small swell of my belly. “And you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to my skin. “I love you more than life.”
“While you’re down there…” I suck in a breath as he parts my thighs. “You play dirty,” he murmurs, kissing the inside of my knee. “But I can’t say no.” He licks me softly, just the way I like. “Like that, Con. Slow…fuck.”
“Conan!” He kisses me through the lace. “Patience,” he purrs. “Now let’s go home.”
“What kind of terms? A marriage?” Theo’s face stays perfectly blank. My grin falters. Oh. I turn to the twins, smirking. “Looks like one of you is up next.” Reggie sighs in disgust.
“I’ve got an important date. But it was good to finally meet the famous Quinn brothers. I look forward to our future endeavors. I’ll be in touch once everything is set in stone.”
“You two doing anything for the rest of the day?” There’s a dull thud behind me.
“So. A couple of days after that, I heard the owner of this estate was looking to sell. Something drew me here. When he showed me the extra land…the first thing I thought of was racing you here.”
“It was more of a dream. A fantasy. But I bought it and hired an army to make it happen.” “Even when we split up?” “Yep.” He gives me a slow, sheepish smile. “I had all the faith.” “And if all else failed…it was going to be another groveling attempt. I told you I wouldn’t give up.”
I’m already on one knee, a box open in my hand. “Conan,” she whispers, her voice catching. “Turn around, please, trouble.” She does, her hands flying to cover her mouth, tears already brimming in her eyes.
“Hallie Morris,” I begin, my heart thundering, “will you please—God, I’m down on my knee begging you—please be my wife? Marry me?”
