The Army Doc's Baby Secret

The words died on her lips as Zeke deftly hooked her scrap of lace to the side and anointed her with his mouth, pulling one leg over his shoulder to allow him complete access.

Tia cried out, helpless to do anything but lean back on the edge of her desk and thread her hands through his hair, uncharacteristically longer than she ever remembered. And then her mind stopped thinking anything as he feasted on her, paying homage to her as though he had fantasised about doing this again, for as long as she had.

Even though she knew that, of course, was illogical.

But this wasn’t the time for doubts. Not when Zeke was revering her with his hands, his lips, his tongue. Licking into her until her hips were moving of their own accord, dancing to Zeke’s sensual, primal tune. His rumbles of approval thrumming through her sex, and making her cry out again and again, barely able to stifle the sounds.

His strokes became deeper and more urgent, as if he couldn’t get enough of her, and then... Zeke did that thing to her that only he had ever known. A white-hot carnal heat seared through her in seconds, and it was all she could do to bite her lip from screaming out.

Colours danced and exploded as her body shuddered uncontrollably, propelling her inexorably to the edge of the world. Or maybe it was the edge of nothing. And Zeke just kept up his relentless pace, driving her along faster and faster, his hands cupping her bottom all the tighter, to prevent her from backing away. His savage mouth an exquisite weapon against her. Possessing her. Finally finding her again after all these years.

And then he drew the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

Tia came apart. Spinning and spiralling, going higher and higher, lost inside such an intense pleasure, which only Zeke could have brought her to.

* * *

By the time she came back to herself, hastily tugging her skirt back down and pulling the two sides of her now buttonless white shirt together, Zeke was standing halfway across the room. Triumph mingling with an odd black expression, which she couldn’t read. But it panicked her.

Her head snapped up as reality crashed in.

Seth!

An image of her—their—son popped into her head. This wasn’t how she had intended to tell Zeke. Not after what had just happened. She needed time to think. To reorder her thoughts. To work out how she was supposed to tell him now.

What had she just done?

‘Happy now?’ she threw at him, her mind still whirring. Racing to catch up. ‘Pleased with yourself?’

‘Very,’ he drawled.

‘Because you can still get me to...’

‘Orgasm?’ he supplied helpfully, but the hard smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

‘Yes.’ She flushed, telling herself to take deep breaths. ‘That.’

‘No need to act coy now. Or are you simply aggrieved that I’ve proved wrong your claim that you no longer have residual feelings for me?’

Zeke was going to be furious when he found out. And what did that say about her that she’d forgotten her son so comprehensively?

‘It’s..

.complicated,’ she faltered as Zeke frowned.

‘How disappointingly clichéd, Tia. I would have expected better from you.’

Anger rolled unexpectedly over her. Possibly more at herself than at Zeke. After all, he didn’t know.

‘This isn’t a game,’ she snapped.

His hard smile was more a baring of teeth than anything genuine.

‘I don’t see why not.’

‘No.’ She deliberately ignored the voice asking her whose fault that was. ‘I imagine that you don’t.’

‘Then elucidate.’