Dr. Perfect (Doctors #2)

by Louise Bay

That’s where my desk is. But tonight I’ll take the sofa and—” “No,” I say. “Absolutely not. I’m completely fine on the sofa. There’s no way I’m going to come up here, have to stay because I can’t read a ferry timetable, and then kick you out of your bed. Not ever going to happen.” There’s a count of silence and then he looks me dead in the eye. “I’m sleeping on the sofa.” His voice is deep and serious and full of concentrated masculinity. It’s so intense I have to look away and place my hand on the table to stop myself from toppling over. I know there’s no point in arguing.

“Just one thing.” I throw the tea towel I’m holding onto the counter and take a step towards her, closing the gap between us. I cup the back of her head and hold her gaze. “This is long overdue, don’t you think?” She swallows and nods, and I grin before I press my lips against hers.

“You know what I like with my apple pie?” He steps closer, snaking his arm around me, pulling me to him and closing the gap between us. “Cinnamon.” He presses a kiss to my cheekbone and then releases me, but my legs have turned to jelly and I stumble back a few steps.

I sit and reach over and circle my hand over his dick. Immediately, it twitches under my touch. He gives me a glance as if to say, you see?

“They say if you put a frog in a pan of boiling water, it will jump out. But if you put a frog in cold water and slowly heat it up, the frog will be cooked alive. Shane wore you down over years, chipped away at your confidence and isolated you from your friends and family.”

“You have a job,” he says. I tilt my head. “I resign.” “You don’t like the idea of an office romance?”