Sneak Peek
“Take a bath, baby. Relax for a while.” He took my champagne glass from me and set it on the edge of the tub and started to walk out of the room. Where the hell was he going?
“Wait,” I probably yelled a little crazily because I was feeling insane or sexually deprived, whatever you wanted to call it. “You aren’t getting in with me?” I mean, it would be a tight fit with Doc’s size, but I was more than willing to take one for the team and squeeze my ass in that tub with him. He smiled. “Baby, tonight is all about you. I wanted to give you a baby free night, where you could take a few hours for yourself.” But I didn’t want a hot bath and champagne! I wanted the D! It had never occurred to me until that moment. I wasn’t an insecure type of girl. But maybe he didn’t want me anymore. Maybe he didn’t find me attractive. He had delivered a baby for me and seen everything. And when I said everything I meant everything. I looked at the bath water, the bubbles and petals floating on the top, and realized he wasn’t romancing me. He was just giving me a night off. I was an idiot. I wasn’t getting laid. I was getting a nap. My face fell with the realization that maybe Doc hadn’t put the moves on me because he just wasn’t interested anymore. “What’s wrong?” He came to stand in front of me, while I wracked my brain trying to figure out exactly what about me he didn’t like anymore. “Is it the weight?” The small line between his eyebrows creased. “What?” “I know I’ve gained a little weight and the stretch marks aren’t that hot—” He cut me off, crowding me into the wall behind me. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I…I,” I stuttered, feeling like maybe I’d said something wrong because Doc was looking especially primal at the moment. My back hit the wall and Doc’s front hit the front of mine. He looked down at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “You think I don’t want you?” Reaching behind my neck, he wrapped his large hand around it firmly. “You don’t think I think about being inside of you, putting my mouth on you, tasting every inch of you every fucking moment of every day?” Holy shit. I was so unprepared for this. And he was serious as a heart attack. I squeaked out a, “Maybe?” He laughed sarcastically. “Fucking maybe, she says.” He used my neck to guide me to toward the bathroom door and into the bedroom. “Get on the fucking bed, Kelly, and I’ll show you just how much I don’t want you.” Oh, he was pissed at me, I thought. He was scarily sexy in that moment. I didn’t know whether to get naked or run for my life. “But…” “Get on the fucking bed, shortcake.” He gave me a filthy dirty smile that instantly made my panties soaking wet. “Doctor’s orders.”
“Wait,” I probably yelled a little crazily because I was feeling insane or sexually deprived, whatever you wanted to call it. “You aren’t getting in with me?” I mean, it would be a tight fit with Doc’s size, but I was more than willing to take one for the team and squeeze my ass in that tub with him. He smiled. “Baby, tonight is all about you. I wanted to give you a baby free night, where you could take a few hours for yourself.” But I didn’t want a hot bath and champagne! I wanted the D! It had never occurred to me until that moment. I wasn’t an insecure type of girl. But maybe he didn’t want me anymore. Maybe he didn’t find me attractive. He had delivered a baby for me and seen everything. And when I said everything I meant everything. I looked at the bath water, the bubbles and petals floating on the top, and realized he wasn’t romancing me. He was just giving me a night off. I was an idiot. I wasn’t getting laid. I was getting a nap. My face fell with the realization that maybe Doc hadn’t put the moves on me because he just wasn’t interested anymore. “What’s wrong?” He came to stand in front of me, while I wracked my brain trying to figure out exactly what about me he didn’t like anymore. “Is it the weight?” The small line between his eyebrows creased. “What?” “I know I’ve gained a little weight and the stretch marks aren’t that hot—” He cut me off, crowding me into the wall behind me. “What the hell are you talking about?” “I…I,” I stuttered, feeling like maybe I’d said something wrong because Doc was looking especially primal at the moment. My back hit the wall and Doc’s front hit the front of mine. He looked down at me like he wanted to eat me alive. “You think I don’t want you?” Reaching behind my neck, he wrapped his large hand around it firmly. “You don’t think I think about being inside of you, putting my mouth on you, tasting every inch of you every fucking moment of every day?” Holy shit. I was so unprepared for this. And he was serious as a heart attack. I squeaked out a, “Maybe?” He laughed sarcastically. “Fucking maybe, she says.” He used my neck to guide me to toward the bathroom door and into the bedroom. “Get on the fucking bed, Kelly, and I’ll show you just how much I don’t want you.” Oh, he was pissed at me, I thought. He was scarily sexy in that moment. I didn’t know whether to get naked or run for my life. “But…” “Get on the fucking bed, shortcake.” He gave me a filthy dirty smile that instantly made my panties soaking wet. “Doctor’s orders.”
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MORE ABOUT AN IMPERFECT HEART
The heart is exquisite. You’ll never hear anyone wax poetic over an organ quite like they do the heart.
When you’re lost in the world? Follow your *heart. When your love for someone is unwavering, unparalleled and unprecedented? You give them your heart. As a lead pediatric cardiac surgeon, I knew better than anyone that the heart is equally as powerful as it is delicate. The heart giveth just as easily as it taketh away. And until the day Kelly Potter darkened my doorway that was all just part of the job. She rolled in like a slow evening storm, fierce and beautiful, fighting for the life of her unborn child. It should have been business as usual. I was a doctor. Her child the patient. But Kelly was more. She was the one who got away. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. It didn’t matter what the rules were. For once, I was listening to my heart.
The heart is exquisite. You’ll never hear anyone wax poetic over an organ quite like they do the heart.
When you’re lost in the world? Follow your *heart. When your love for someone is unwavering, unparalleled and unprecedented? You give them your heart. As a lead pediatric cardiac surgeon, I knew better than anyone that the heart is equally as powerful as it is delicate. The heart giveth just as easily as it taketh away. And until the day Kelly Potter darkened my doorway that was all just part of the job. She rolled in like a slow evening storm, fierce and beautiful, fighting for the life of her unborn child. It should have been business as usual. I was a doctor. Her child the patient. But Kelly was more. She was the one who got away. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. It didn’t matter what the rules were. For once, I was listening to my heart.
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Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma's books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn't reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to '90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can't imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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