Unconscious Desires

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that

heart. Slow, measured, burning. Not desperate or frantic. But thick with

er more: that he had kissed her,

g kindly as she entered the waiting

er bag, and cleared he

of her footsteps. Her heart pounded with each step. At the end of the hal

nce and then flung

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g something on a tablet. When he looked up, his e

rumpled-but his eyes held something they hadn't

replied, never loo

ved out, shutting the d

them spoke

her bag. Adrian left his p

sm

sure you

she replied, softe

eserve, but his eyes never leaving that intensity. "Hop up. Let's

xam table, feeling like a

. His movements were fluid. Confident. Every action controlled. But there was tension i

. Your recovery seems textboo

tly. "Just... tigh

ope from behind his neck. "Let's

al the V of her tank top underneath. Her co

ted for the b

tethoscope agains

brushed ov

breath

yes wer

. Didn't speak.

d, she was sure, that he could feel her d

action lower. Still high on t

n them was charged

s pounding,"

y," she replied,

ethoscope on the counter and sat back slightly,

e said, trying to be bland. "But I

er throat dry

ack fo

justed the headrest behind her and took her right arm gentl

were tight,

skin against skin was

es as he worked on her body-measured, asses

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reathed. "It

on her hip to support her w

th hitch

sto

ers this time, the air

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her name a low gr

me if you didn't mean it," s

er arm g

s palm against the side o

s," he said. "I've replayed it a hundred ti

elly

e," she whispe

was e

ng, consuming. Bending over her, hands locked on either s

ning now

s jacket, tugging him closer,

And horribly,

y deceit they'd been

gniting flames along the deli

am, who I'm meant

you stopped prete

enough to look at her. His

every way a man can want a wo

are," she

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ulled awa

t do thi

nked, s

n wh

"Tomorrow. No scrubs.

et hi

no

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in a few minutes, formall

ce hummed with

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t beeped with o

n, Lily. And I don't k

dn't a

dn't n

e felt