Virgin Flyer Read online Lucy Lennox

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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“Oh! Oh, of course not. No. I’m sure you’re tired. You didn’t get much sleep last night.” He pinched his lips closed and shook his head. “I mean, obviously. But still, it makes sense you’d like to lie down. Here, lie down.” He held his hand out to display the bed behind him like a prize on a game show.

He was so fucking cute, I really couldn’t keep my hands off him. I stepped up toward him slowly so he’d have time to dart away if he didn’t want me in his personal space.

He stood still.

I grasped his face in both hands. His skin was warm and smooth. “Will you lie down with me?” I asked in a low voice.

He swallowed. “Um, yeah. If you want.”

I grinned at him. “Oh, I want.”

His face flushed pink. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Teo, tell me to stop,” I murmured before leaning in to brush my nose against his.

“Don’t want you to stop,” he whispered back before reaching up to pull me fully into a kiss. We kissed for a long time, slowly and teasing. When I finally began working the clothes off him, both of us were plenty hard. I wondered idly what kind of god of aviation I’d somehow tricked into bestowing me this job that had led me right back into the arms of the sexy NurseTee.

Once we were both naked, I moved us onto the bed, covering him with my body when I realized he was cold in the wintery hotel room. He continued to shiver so much under my touch, that I finally got up to adjust the thermostat in the room.

“What are you…? That’s not,” he began before starting to laugh. “Get over here, silly man. I’m shivering because you’re driving me crazy. Not because I’m cold.”

I shrugged and grinned and climbed back on top of him, continuing my exploration of every single inch of him with my nose and tongue. Just as I was about to take his cock into my mouth, the fucking phone interrupted us again. Only this time it wasn’t the room phone but Teo’s cell.

And my cockblocker was, of course, Chris Banks.

11

Teo

I wouldn’t have answered it if I wasn’t worried about Grandpa Banks. But as soon as I heard Chris’s ringtone, I scrambled out from underneath Jack and grabbed my phone.

“How is he?” I said after hitting the button to answer the call.

“How’s who?” Chris asked. I could hear the sounds of the city in the background like maybe he was walking somewhere.

I paused a beat, confused that he didn’t know who I was asking about. “Grandpa Banks.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Good, I guess. They’re doing tests. We’ll know more later. Dad’s going to head over there now. I was calling to tell you we—”

“Wait, wait. You’re not at Northwestern?” I didn’t understand. He’d called me earlier to tell me Gordon’s arrival had gone smoothly.

“No. Dad and I just finished our presentation. That’s what I was calling about. It went great. I think we have a good chance at doing business with these guys, and they have—”

“You’re not at the hospital?” I asked again. Maybe I hoped the answer would be different this time. I couldn’t fathom my father or grandfather having a heart attack and not rushing to the hospital to be with them.

“No. I just told you. We were at the Firehouse restaurant where they have that private room with the big flat-screen. It was perfect for the PowerPoint, and they had a prime rib french dip you would have loved.”

I tuned him out while he continued to talk about the meeting. Should I try to get back there so Gordon would have someone at his bedside? Would Mike and Chris be more attentive to the situation now that their all-important meeting was finished? I pictured Gordon going through the testing at the cath lab where he’d most likely only be sedated rather than put all the way under. If he needed any stents put in, I assumed they’d most likely do it during the cath lab procedure.

“Teo?” Chris interrupted my thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“You’re really worried about Grandpa, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Chris. It’s serious. You didn’t see the way he looked when he was clutching his chest and struggling to breathe. He’s not young and strong. And the diabetes is a serious complication. Almost 70 percent of people his age with diabetes die from heart disease. He should have already been under the care of a cardiologist. I should have made sure he’d seen a specialist, and then maybe this could have been prevented.”

“Hon, you’ve only been his nurse a couple of months,” Chris said gently. The words didn’t sit right with me.

“I’m not actually his nurse, Chris. At least… I didn’t think I was?”

He paused. “No, that’s not what I meant. Sorry. I only meant that you take such good care of him and you’ve only been around him enough to keep your eye on him for the past few months. Not that it’s your responsibility. At all. I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”



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