Chapter 11
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“Your brother really is sick,” I typed furiously to Emma the next morning, wincing
at the delicious soreness between my thighs.
She sent back a voice message, her voice also slightly hoarse:
“I think your brother’s sick too.”
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Just as I finished listening, the door opened, and Nathan handed me the
vasectomy surgery form, looking proud of himself.
The gloom had lifted from his face, replaced by satisfied contentment: “Misunderstanding cleared up. Does this mean you’ll forgive me now?”
I suddenly remembered my bet with Emma–if I forgave Nathan first, I’d lose and be doing her laundry for a year.
As I hesitated over how to respond, Nathan grabbed my face between his strong
hands and kissed me hard.
His tongue tasted like peaches as it explored my mouth.
Innocent yet sensual.
It made my whole body tingle. Before I could react, Nathan unexpectedly licked my
finger.
I gasped, my core tightening: “God, when you lick me like that… you’re making me
wet all over.”
He looked innocently at me: “There was some maple syrup on it.”
The tingling sensation traveled from my fingertip all the way down my spine.
I was speechless.
Damn, he was so…filthy behind that professional facade.
Ten minutes later, Dr. Nathan Gray was suddenly downcast.
Because of something I said offhandedly, he sulked for several seconds.
Taking advantage of those few seconds of vulnerability, I made my escape.
I wasn’t about to answer his forgiveness question. At least not until our one–month deadline was up. I had my pride to consider, after all.
