Chapter 37. Get out

"You’re still healing..." She felt like a soulless slut wanting a man in hospital clothes to do things to her.

"Then don’t move," He replied, his lips still against hers. "Just stay right here. Let me feel you. I missed you."

Anna obeyed. Grinding softly against his lap, with her hips rocking on instinct as heat pooled between her thighs. Lucien leaned forward, kissing down her neck again. His fingers found it's way in between her legs and he touched her soaked underwear. He swallowed.

He had just slipped a finger in when the door to the private door clicked. It was Lucien's doctor; am old friend of his also.

Anna jerked upright when she heard someone clear their throat. "Shit," she cursed, heart hammering. Lucien’s hands didn't leave her hips despite the old doctor coming in.

He turned his head slowly, eyes dark and annoyed. The doctor stood at the door, face utterly unreadable, holding a clipboard