Page 13 of The Doctor

In the driver’s seat, Sadie scoffed. “Is she feeling bad that she sent you off to your sugar daddy’s house?”

A grin ripped across my face and Chloe laughed. “You’re pathetic.”

“What?”

“Your little crush.” She made air quotes as she spoke. “Why don’t you forget grandpa and get some good dick tonight?”

A scoff left my chest. As if. “Why would I do that when I’m already getting the best dick in the world from Zeno?”

Chloe gasped, and Sadie spun in her seat. “Shut up!” The car swerved to the right, and I heard a thunk as we passed by too close to a car parked at the curb.

“Sadie! Eyes on the road!”

My friend rolled her eyes, then turned back to face the street in front of her before suddenly slamming on the brakes at a stoplight. She turned back. “You slept with your doctor?”

Shrugging, I fingered the low collar of my dress. “Well, yeah.” Something pushed the next words from my tongue before I could even think to stop them. “We’ve been sleeping together all year.”

My friends gaped, only turning away when a car behind us honked. Chloe shoved her hand through the open moonroof, flipping them off as Sadie slammed on the gas.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sadie asked, eyes barely on the road as she maneuvered through traffic, trying to grill me through the rear-view mirror.

I shrugged again, giving myself time to come up with something to go with my lie. “I didn’t realize I needed to call you every time he stuck his dick in me. Ten phone calls a night might be a little much.”

Chloe spun back around, eyes wide and a wicked grin on her face. “So grandpa has the dick to match his big dick energy, huh?”

“He’s younger than my father.” I scowled, but then let my own grin curl my lips. “And he’s better than anything I’ve ever had.”

The two jabbered on, obsessing over my lies, and I sank into my mind, ignoring them to wrestle with my thoughts. Zee and I might not have had sex two nights ago, but I’d never forget waking up naked in his arms. The way his cock felt pressed to my back, to my stomach. The way his lips felt as I pressed mine to his.

He hadn’t pulled away quickly, just like he hadn’t immediately stopped me when I took his hard length in my hand.

It was like he wanted me as much as I’d always wanted him.

Like he enjoyed my touch too much to make me stop.

His lingering gaze didn’t go unnoticed. The way he stared at my breasts, stared at my pussy. Like he was imagining himself pressed deep inside me. Like he wanted to see me writhing on his cock.

Heat flooded my body. Wetness pooled between my legs, the same way it did whenever I thought of him touching me. That night together, waking by his side, kissing him, touching him…

It gave me fodder for my dreams.

“Hey, bitch!” I shook off my fantasies and found the car parked at the curb and my door wide open. Chloe and Sadie were staring in at me, hands on their hips and toes tapping impatiently in their heels. “You coming, or what?”

With a quick glance at the valet seated in the front, staring at me with equal parts impatience and amusement, I smoothed my hands over my skirt and swung my legs out the door.

The girls each grabbed one of my arms, and they led me to the front doors while we ignored the scoffs and catcalls from people waiting in line to get in the club.

Club Sentinel.

The hottest club in all of New York City.

At the partition around the front doors, a beast of a man blocked our way. Chloe and Sadie tightened their grip on my arms. Any tighter and it would have hurt.

The bouncer glared down at me and me alone, his thick cheeks and lips pinching like he didn’t like what he saw. Then his features relaxed as he crossed his massive arms over his wide, wide chest.

“Does your brother know you’re here?”

I gave the imposing man a smile as big as his chest. “Of course he does.”