Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
No matter how many women make eyes at him, he ignores them. He’s turned down so many offers for training female fighters. Some of the female clients have been kicked out for hitting on him. He makes it extremely clear that there’s a ring on his finger, which means he doesn’t entertain offers of any kind.
“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” I’m going to have a long talk with my husband because today will not be forgotten. I’m not talking about the stupid nurse. If I got mad every time a woman flirted with him then I’d never be happy. The same goes for me. Although it’s bold to do it right in front of me and when I’m her superior as well.
“What room?” I ask my son, refusing to speak to my husband.
“305,” my son says.
We don’t get ten feet from the nurse’s station when one of the paramedics comes in. “Oh, beautiful Dr. Miller. It’s good to see you today. I didn’t know you were on my shift. It must be my lucky day. You shouldn’t be pushing him. I can take care of that for you, dear.” Fuck. Now, it’s my turn for his temper and I know what that means. I squeeze my thighs together, anticipating the altercation while pressing my hand on Mike’s shoulder.
He takes that hand, holding it in his. “Not if you want to fucking live. If I were you, I’d never speak to my wife again, or it will be the last thing you do.”
“Oh. You’re her husband.”
“Yes, I’m the one who gave her that Miller name and that fucking ring that you so obviously ignored. You’ve got five seconds to get out of my face before I forget my ribs are broken.”
This is not the time to be horny, I mentally chant to myself, trying to hold back. Why? Why did the biggest flirt have to show up now?
He leaves and I continue pushing my husband to the room with our boy following behind us. “Here we are.”
“Son, step out of the room and close the door. In fact, take a walk down to the cafeteria and get some lunch. Your mother and I will be busy for a while. I need to remind your mother who she belongs to,” Mike commands.
“Oh, goodness. Please don’t tell me.” He covers his ears and walks out of the room.
“Lock the door, Dr. Miller,” Mike orders, voice rough and gravely.
“I shouldn’t. You have broken ribs.” His eyes are focused on me as he unties the scrubs bottoms.
“Lock it, or I will.” I do as he says, getting wetter by the second. “Now come here.” He cups my cheeks with his strong hand. “What’s your name?”
“Tina Miller.”
My heart’s racing in anticipation, pussy dripping, and my mouth is watering. “And who are you married to?”
“You.”
“Right, so how long has that asshole been flirting with you?”
“Um…he flirts with everyone. I just tell him I’m married and ignore it.”
“I didn’t ask you that, wife. I asked you how long?”
“A year.”
“Take off the coat and bend over.” I do, and he pulls down my scrubs. “That’s twelve months. Plenty of time for you to tell me about it,” he says.
“I didn’t want you to kill him.”
“One.” He spanks my ass cheek.
“Someone could hear us.”
“Then I suggest you be quiet, Dr. Miller. Two.” He pops the other cheek, sliding down his own scrubs they gave him to wear, freeing his cock. “Three.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I trust you, Tina. I always have, but this wasn’t cool. Four.” Another whack, and I’m flooded. He leans over and whispers, “Tell me if it’s too much, baby girl.”
“I deserve my punishment.” I get three more whacks in a row.
“Five, six, seven,” he growls.
“This fuck is going to be fast, and then you’re going to sign my release papers because I’m not staying in this place.”
“But…”
“Eight. Wife, I don’t need that nurse trying to help me pee like she tried earlier.”
“What? That bitch. You’re not even debilitated.”
“Exactly. Now, let me see how ready my sexy wife is for my dick.”
“So excited.” He presses two fingers inside and I nearly come on the spot, soaking the floor below.
“Damn right. Ten, eleven, twelve.” He gives me my last good ones before thrusting into me, holding my arms by my elbows while I’m bent over his bed, drilling me. I put my face into the sheet and cry out, coming hard.
“Mine, Mine, Mine,” he roars, filling me up.
“Shit. We better be careful or I’ll be pregnant again, and I’m getting too old for that.”
“You’ll never be old. Now, break me out before I escape.” Mike winks, pulling up his pants.
“How about we get dressed first?”
He pulls me in for a kiss. “Great idea. I’d have to kill some bastards for seeing my wife naked.”
A month later…
Thankfully, I wasn’t pregnant, but I took time off anyway to spend it with my husband.