The Doctor Who Has No Chance (Soulless 11)

I’d never wanted him more, and there were a few reasons for that. Seeing him with his nephews was a weird form of biological foreplay because it made my ovaries scream, and being with his family, his perfect, loving family, made me want them to be my family. And then there was just Dex in general, this deeply affectionate, loving, brilliant man who made my toes curl without him even touching me.

He nodded slowly, telling me to get into bed and on top of him. That serious intensity had returned, materializing the moment he stepped inside his bedroom, a different personality coming to the forefront. I loved the other version of Dex when we had lunch together or spent time with his family. But I preferred this version of him when it was just us, alone in his bedroom, alone in the office, in full privacy.

I dropped my clothes onto the floor, watching him watch me, getting down to my birthday suit, my nipples hardening once they felt the draft from the AC. Naked, I approached the bed and climbed on top.

He snatched me and dragged me to him, too anxious to let me take my time. He pulled me on top of him, one hand across my ass as it stuck out and the other deep in my hair, pressing a searing kiss to my lips that made his dick twitch underneath me. His fingers reached around my ass, and they were long enough to reach my clit, to rub me aggressively as he kissed me.

I was already wet, so he did that just for me.

His hands moved to my hips, and he tilted me so he could slide in, so he could get his dick sheathed inside my wetness, his personal garage for his enormous dick. It was the biggest one I’d ever taken, and it always hurt a little bit when it slipped inside.

But it hurt so good.

I bounced on top of him and rolled my hips, my palms flattened against his chest, doing all the work so he could sit there and relax.

His hands reached out and groped my tits before he moved one to my ass and gave me a harsh spank. “Fuck that dick, baby.”

Dex was in the shower, so I was sprawled out on his bed, his expensive linens and silk pillowcases, the sheets and comforter pulled up to my shoulder while I watched a show on his seventy-five-inch TV on the wall. The sound of the falling water was distant, coming from his large bathroom that had his-and-hers sinks and counters, and a large tub that could easily fit the two of us.

The more time I spent here, the less I wanted to go to my own apartment, not just because his was nicer, but because the place came with a six-foot-one gorgeous man who made the whole apartment smell like him.

My eyes flicked to the open doorway when I heard a knock.

At least, I thought I heard a knock.

My phone was on the nightstand, so I tapped my fingers against the screen so the time would pop up.

It was almost nine.

Would someone drop by that late? Dex’s phone was on the other nightstand, and it didn’t light up with a call or text.

Maybe it was just the show I was watching.

But the knock happened again, louder this time.

The shower turned off like Dex was finished, but he would need time to dry off and get some clothes on before he answered, so I pulled on the quickest thing I could find, the sweatpants and shirt I kept there to be comfortable when I stayed over, and walked to the front door.

I was nervous it was his dad, and I didn’t want him to see me making myself at home in Dex’s apartment, clearly sleeping over, but his parents didn’t seem like the type to care about that sort of thing. If anything, they wanted it to happen.

I checked the peephole.

But it wasn’t Deacon, Derek, Cleo, or even Daisy.

It was Catherine.

Oh my fucking god, it was Catherine.

I froze on the other side of the door, being as still as possible, hoping she hadn’t heard me walk over. If I didn’t move, she might just walk away.

What the fuck did this bitch want?

“Please open the door. I know you’re there.”

Oh shit.

“I just want to talk to you. It’s important.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw that Dex hadn’t left the bedroom yet, so I really didn’t know what to do. But the jealous side of me, the possessive side of me, wanted this cunt to see me and know that she’d lost her chance.

So that was what I did.

I opened the door—and let her see me in all my glory.

Catherine’s eyes immediately narrowed when she saw me in the open doorway, and she was so surprised that she didn’t even take a breath. She didn’t blink. She didn’t speak. She just stared.