“I’m not a child,” she finally muttered.
“I know.” He kissed her nose after pulling her shirt over her head. “And thank God.” He lifted her off the bed then and kneeled down to help her step into her pants. “But I like taking care of you, and right now you have me by the balls, so let me do this.”
“Okay,” she whispered, her hands landing on his head and then weaving into his hair.
When he finished dressing her, he stood and wrapped her in his arms, his chin against the top of her head. “You smell better now.”
“How’s that?” she mumbled into his chest, her hands slipping around his torso to hold him tight.
“Like sex. Like come. Like arousal. I prefer it over the soap. I don’t prefer it over having my scent all over your body and inside your pussy, but we don’t have time for that right now. I’ll feel marginally better that you smell like you were just fucked, or masturbated.”
She sucked in a sharp breath.
He cupped her head and pulled her face back to grin at her. “Don’t worry. Only a wolf would be able to scent it on you.”
She scrunched up her face. “And how would I know if there were shifters working in my hospital?”
He smiled wider. “You would not. And since I haven’t been inside, I can’t say for sure, either. But now you can wander through the halls for the rest of the day glancing in both directions to see if anyone seems to be eyeing you with a smirk. It will keep your mind off whatever shit is happening in your pretty head that you aren’t sharing.” He kissed her forehead and turned to walk away, leaving her with her mouth hanging open and no sound coming out.
That’s right, love. I’m on to you. I don’t know what you’re keeping from us, but I do know that something happened you aren’t sharing.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Rebecca’s nerves were beyond frayed when she entered the hospital twenty minutes later. Her legs felt weak from the recent orgasm and the blatant deep kiss Miles had landed on her at the employee entrance.
Luckily no one had been looking. How the hell was she going to explain this thing she had with two men to her coworkers? Because she wasn’t dumb enough to think she could keep it a secret forever, especially if Miles couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
It was only noon. Her shift started at three. She’d fibbed about needing to be there early. The reality was she needed to talk to her supervisor, and she didn’t want to explain why to Miles.
She also needed to get out of the testosterone-filled condo before she lost all her brain cells. When she was outside or even at the hospital, she could dampen her arousal. When she was inside either man’s home or any enclosed space with them, she couldn’t control her libido. It was absurd. No matter how many times they fucked, she wanted them again. Even immediately after having sex with either or both of them, she wasn’t sated.
As Rebecca stepped up to the sliding glass doors at the back of the hospital, she discovered another nurse, Cecelia, leaning against the wall under the awning. The woman had a shit-eating grin on her face, and she held a bag of pretzels in one hand. “Who was that sexy hunk of man I saw with his tongue halfway down your throat? I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”
Rebecca cringed inwardly. Shit. Already the questions started. After about two days of agreeing she would publicly be Griffen’s girlfriend, her ridiculous cover was blown to shit by Miles in the driveway right in front of her place of employment.
Fuck.
Part of her was pissed. She had no hope of explaining this situation to a single living soul.
For now, Rebecca chose the cop-out route. She lifted both brows and gave Cecelia a broad grin as she kept walking by.
Two minutes later, she knocked on the nursing supervisor’s door and then entered when Marian said, “Come in.”
Rebecca took a deep breath and sat on the front corner of the chair across from Marian. She’d done everything in her power to reach this location before losing it, and the second she landed on the seat, she let the tears fall.
Marian jumped up and rounded the desk. She took Rebecca in her arms and held her against her waist. “I’m so sorry, hon. This sucks.”
The words Marian had spoken to her over the phone still rang in her head.
Fire the whore or suffer the consequences.
It was a second e-mail sent directly to Marian from the same anonymous address as the picture. Somebody wanted her gone. And they meant it. They weren’t fucking around anymore with mild suggestions. This was serious.
Marian tipped Rebecca’s head back. “You know I don’t believe a word of this shit, right?”