Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
On the way to his place, he holds my hand, confidently navigating the highways and roads with his other hand on the wheel. There’s even something sexy about his ease in managing a car and showing affection to me at the same time and I find myself idly stroking the back of his hand with my thumb.
“Could you go into obstetrics if you wanted?” he asks, and it’s such an off-the-wall, out-of-the-blue question, I’m not sure I hear him right.
“Obstetrics? What do you mean?”
He glances over at me, the glow of the dashboard highlighting his near-to-perfect bone structure. Such a Greek god. “That was your dream career. You gave up your residency. I’m just curious if you’re allowed to go back and do it now.”
That gives me pause while I ponder the answer. I mean, yes… I can go back and attempt any residency for a new practice area as long as I can get accepted. It’s not an infrequent occurrence in the medical field. But it’s never once crossed my mind. “Yes, I could switch to obstetrics, if I could get into a residency program. But I’m not sure it’s right for me to do that now.”
“And why’s that?”
“Well…,” I falter, trying to prioritize all the reasons why. “I’d probably have to move to a different state as options would be limited, there would be a salary reduction and I’d be starting all over again. I’d have to leave my practice and while it’s not my passion, I do enjoy the work and my partners. And… it would be hard. I’ve been out of the learning environment for a few years now and not sure I can get back in the groove of things.”
“Those are all legit. I’m wondering if those weren’t concerns, though, would you do it?”
Wow is he making me think hard tonight. I wonder what it means that the only true hang-up I seem to have about that list is leaving Pittsburgh.
Leaving him.
“I honestly don’t know,” I reply, understanding that sounds evasive, but it’s too complex a question and would require a lot of in-depth thinking. More than anything, I’d have to analyze why this man has already tied me to Pittsburgh because of the way he makes me feel, and that feels an awful lot like me giving up a residency in California to stay with Scott.
“I’d hate to see you go, but I’d support it if you did. It’s not forever and we could visit each other. I know a long-distance relationship can work. Hell, I’m gone fifty percent of the season.”
“But yours failed with Emily,” I point out.
“That was on her,” he counters. “She didn’t have the strength to be alone. You don’t have that problem.”
It’s a compliment and I bask in it. It’s something I’ve worked hard on since the divorce… to be my own person and to put me first. To be okay without having a significant other to lean on.
And yet, King offering to cut me free does nothing more than make me want to stay with him.
CHAPTER 14
King
The minute I open my condo door and Willa walks in ahead of me, I’m on her. While I enjoyed hanging out with her tonight with my friends, all I could think about was getting her into my bed. My mind has been coming up with all kinds of wicked ideas.
I pull her purse off her shoulder and drop it to the floor, spinning her roughly in my arms and slamming my mouth onto hers. She reciprocates with the same ferocity, her kiss causing my entire body to tighten and my cock to thicken. I back her into the kitchen, our path cut short by the island.
Willa’s hands work efficiently at my belt and she’s whipping it out with ease, setting it on the counter. “We can use that later.”
I groan, images flashing through my head, but the most dominant one shows me using it to tie her hands behind her back. That thought is banished when she palms my erection, giving it a rough squeeze before she unzips my pants. “I want you in my mouth,” she whispers.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hand bracing on the edge of the granite top for steadiness.
Willa drops to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked on the bulge she created. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she frees my cock. I watch, breathless, heart about to leap out of my chest as she takes me in hand. The pressure she exerts has my hips counterthrusting because it feels so fucking good but when she slides her mouth over my length, I nearly lose my shit.
“Fuck,” I bark and then groan as she slides her tongue along the underside of my dick. She sucks hard, causing my hips to buck, and she makes a choking sound. “Sorry,” I apologize, but she laughs and I can feel that tickle all the way to my balls.