Tina Beckett - New York City Docs

Ripping open the condom, he frowned when Tessa sat up.

Rather than leaping off his desk and hightailing it out of his office, she simply took the packet from his hand and set it on the desk. “I know we have to hurry, but give me a second.”

She palmed him, her eyes closing as she gently squeezed then trailed her fingertips down the underside and slowly back up to encircle him again.

His breath hissed in his lungs. Yes. This felt so right. So good.

Before he could move to stop her, Tessa slid off the desk and knelt in front of him, her lips sliding down the side of his erection in a slow, languorous journey. Then she came back the way she’d gone, opening her mouth and taking him inside. Yellow lights flashed in his head at the bevy of sensations that crawled over every part of him, threatening him with imminent meltdown.

Pushing his fingers deep into her hair and closing around the silky strands, he allowed himself the luxury of closing his eyes and pumping into her heat, once, twice, before slowly pulling free. He sucked down a couple of breaths then reached to bring her back to her feet. It had to be now or he wouldn’t find the strength to stop.

Setting her back on the desk once again, he eased her back in an act of reverence this time rather than a rush toward completion. Her arms curled above her head, eyes on his as he reached for the condom and rolled it down himself. He wrapped his hands around the backs of her knees and tugged her toward the edge of the desk, her hair fanning behind her. Rather than wait for him to pull the bottoms of her scrubs off, she rolled over until she was on her stomach then pushed the garment down her hips, baring her luscious bottom to his view. A much more practical—and quick—solution than getting undressed all the way.

“You sure?” he gritted.

She wiggled her ass. “Does it look like I’m sure?”

Leaning down to nip her neck and trail his lips up to her ear, capturing it between his teeth, he muttered, “Tell me you want me, then.”

“I want you.”

With that he found her, amazed that she was already moist and ready against his tip. With a hard push he entered her, going deep and holding himself there while he absorbed the tightness of the fit—the heat he could feel even through the protective barrier.

Her muttered “Meu Deus” in her native tongue said the feeling was mutual.

Gripping her wrists, he moved them above her head and held them there with one hand as he began to thrust inside her. Lord, she fired him up as no other woman ever had, bringing him immediately to the brink of release whenever he touched her.

He slid the fingers of his other hand beneath her right hip as he continued to press deep, finding that sensitive little bud between her legs and stroking gently. He wasn’t going to be able to hold on for long, no matter what he did.

It didn’t look as if it was going to matter, because Tessa began moving her hips as he continued to manipulate and squeeze, hoping he could at least hold on long enough for her to…

Just then, she pushed up against him in a couple of hard, fast thrusts and went off with a raw whimper that reached deep inside him and set him free. He came in a series of disjointed bursts that only slowed when the hands he still held went lax.

He leaned down and kissed her neck, allowing his tongue to travel up it.

It evidently tickled, because she squirmed, letting out a strangled laugh. “Clay, I need to get up.”

Aware that he might be crushing her, he hurriedly stood, pulling out of her and wincing when he immediately missed the contact.

He removed the condom, aware of her scent clinging to his body, despite the fact that he’d been mostly covered in clothes.

Tessa was slower to move and he couldn’t help but admire the view, his hands itching to cup her butt and absorb the firm softness—two words that should have been at odds with one another but somehow weren’t.

When she finally did get to her feet and pulled her panties—black lace, he noted—and scrubs back into place, she turned toward him with a smile. “I certainly didn’t see that in the residency tips manual.”

He relaxed, surprised at how tense he’d been a second ago.

“Didn’t you?” He smiled back. “I’m sure I saw it listed somewhere in there. Maybe in the FAQs.”

She came over and lifted her hands to his face, rubbing her thumbs along his cheeks. “Thank you for not freaking out about everything. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Oh, he was freaked out, all right. He was just good at hiding certain things. Sometimes even from himself. Surely they could work something out. Especially now.

“What did Dr. Powers say about the festival—about training? Did you ask her?”

“We don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, but she said there shouldn’t be any problem as I’ve been doing the workouts for years. Sitting at home and doing nothing would be the worst thing I could do. I just need to make sure my core temperature doesn’t climb too high.”

“Good to hear. And if you do end up pregnant—” he leaned against the desk “—we’ll figure something out. I can help with expenses—”

“No.” The hands on his face went still and then fell to her sides as she backed up, her smile fading in a second.

“Tessa…” His patience dried up just as fast. “I’m not asking. I’m telling.”

“Excuse me?” Her eyes turned to frost. “If I am pregnant—and if I decide to keep it—I can take care of the baby on my own. With no help from anyone. Not you. Not your parents.”

A reference to them paying her tuition? That was just damned ridiculous. That was years ago, and Tessa had done a great job proving she could do a lot of things. But taking care of a baby while tackling the crazy hours that went along with residency? Why would she, when people were willing to pitch in and lend a hand? Besides, it was his baby, too. And his parents would want to know that they were about to become grandparents again.

“Why are you being so stubborn? You’re still doing your residency, for God’s sake.” He tried for a more conciliatory tone. “Let’s meet for dinner and talk about this.”

“I’ve said all I’m going to say.” She ran her fingers through her hair, no longer looking directly at him. “I won’t keep the baby from you, if there ends up being a baby. But I don’t want any financial help.” This time she did look at him. “Please, Clay.”

Anger washed over him, reminding him of all those fights they’d had in the past. Nothing had changed. She was still as unreasonable as ever. He put his hands up. “Have it your way. I guess I’ll see you at practice this afternoon.”

“I guess you will.”

With that she opened the door to his office and strode out with an air of confidence. As if she hadn’t just been sprawled across his desk.

He slowly walked around and picked up the items he’d scattered in his haste to have her, shaking his head. She might not be willing to let him help her but that didn’t mean he had to listen to her.

And if he couldn’t help her directly, he could always help their child, if there was one.

Surely she wouldn’t stop him from assuring himself the baby had the chance for a bright future.

He plunked the pencil cup back onto his desk and sat down to come up with a plan.

One not even Tessa could refuse.

SHE COULDN’T CONCENTRATE.

No matter what she did, Tessa couldn’t seem to get the upper hand on Clay during practice. They’d come to a kind of uneasy truce over the past week and a half, coming to practice and performing in a way that even Marcos seemed happy with.

Only not today.