If love was Strange

l, Nate and I need to work together

for the past hour, he also banged into me on the way into this roo

ooth a

, chewing on his bottom lip as his eyes scan his pa

n the table and placing them down carefully. He doesn't look at m

n at him and til

s smile momentarily clouding my min

eah. T

the room. I hear him greeting someone as he clo

place for Janet and gave the nurses their paperwork too. I'm kind of

from Laura that Nate the hooha hater is standing in front of her. I

way, begged him to ignore my previous messages. He agreed and said he would like a

'm smoot

s, handing me a hot cup. "Milk and two sugars," he

know how

k's sak

words, but he doesn't seem to click on as he f

take in my coffee?" I r

rls up, showing me a dim

y, giving him the thu

s, I'm usually very profes

ith a glint of excitement in his eyes, leaning his elbow

rms on the sides of the chair. "What exactly does that look like

lip, eyes raking down m

e through the door and two taps against the glass

king them. I lean down to whisper in his ear, but before I can get anything out, he bounces o

no idea who you're dealing with, Maddy." I gasp when he reaches down and grabs between my legs through

He lets go of my throat and intentionally pushes against my centre, making me bite my lip hard, the hea

think

aps back into place, making my breath hitch, completely s

rs push further against me, his lips crashing down on

fuck just

of paper makes my flushed body nearly explode, the

he trying

did I

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er room. I shake the hands of her family, nervously chewing on th

ith Janet, showing her all the kids channels on tv overhead. He tel

u

, he's telling me to be professional. Then, coming a

ing to prove domination thing, even though if it was eve

get ready for dinner, telling Janet I would see her in the morning. I smile at her a

arms across his front. I try to look everywhere

in the holder next to the door and nod my

ait wit

and directs me to the door next to them... the stairway. I look up at him, frown, but foll

pressing his lips to mine once again. He consumes me as he walks me

my parted lips and glide across mine. Our heads tilting with each stroke, mouth

through his dark hair, tugging at the strand

ing, making me freeze yet again, panting, lips raw. "You should go." He nudg

wrong w

sts, pulse throbbing in my neck. This man overwhelms me in ways I don't want to adm

n a whil

and I ignore it, knowing L

air aside, exposing my neck so he can run his middle finger down it slowly, w

f my neck and pulls me to him again, shoving his mouth against mine

the