The Doctor Who Has No Chance (Soulless 11)

When we made it to her apartment, we put the groceries away. But instead of saying goodbye, I went to her bedroom and took off my clothes.

“What are you doing?” She stood in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest.

I helped myself to her bed and grabbed the remote. “What?”

“I told you I had to work.”

I turned on the TV and propped my hands behind my head with the sheets around my waist. “Then work. Don’t mind me.”

She rolled her eyes but wore a playful smirk. “Like you won’t be a distraction.”

I zipped my lips then continued to watch the game.

She changed in the bathroom and came out in her sweatpants before she grabbed her laptop and her paperwork. Then she got in bed beside me, her knees bent with her laptop on top, and she got to work like I wasn’t there.

My eyes shifted to her instead of the TV, and I watched her work on emails and the schedule for this week, going into all the details of my life that she handled effortlessly. I felt more happiness in that moment than I had in a very long time, felt at peace with the world, felt like I was finally in the place where I belonged.

And I would never leave again.

I took a break from my research and pulled out my phone as I leaned back in the chair, the silent hum of the fridges giving constant white noise in the background. The AC was ridiculously low in these rooms, so I always wore a sweater and long sleeves to work. I was a guy who ran hot, but that wasn’t enough after eight hours.

I texted my dad. Hey, Felon. That was the nickname I’d given him, and it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Don’t call me that.

Guess what, Felon? I loved teasing my dad because I didn’t get to do it often. He was Mr. Perfect, so it was rare to find a mistake and latch on to it.

Want me to turn you into my bitch too?

LOL. Mom would kill you, so I’m safe.

Yeah, she would kick my ass. I don’t guess, so you should just tell me whatever you want to tell me.

Sicily took me back. We spent the weekend together.

That’s great, son. I’m so happy for you. His voice came into my head, like he was speaking the words to me.

Yeah, me too.

Don’t fuck it up again.

Wow, you’re one to talk…fucking people up in bars.

You got me there. You want me to tell your mother, or would you like to do the honors?

She probably already knows.

Sicily told her?

No. But Mom just knows shit…

I texted Derek next. Hey, guess what?

I’m not doing that shit.

Sicily and I are back together.

Good. Don’t fuck it up.

Hey, that’s exactly what Dad said.

That doesn’t surprise me. But it’s also rich coming from him…breaking people’s faces in bars.

Hey, I said the same thing!

The door opened, and Sicily walked inside, wearing a sundress with a jean jacket on top, with nude heels on her feet. “So, I have a couple things—”

“Damn, baby. You’re bangin’.” I looked her over, checking out my assistant and my woman in one go. It was the first time I’d seen her that morning, and wow, did she know how to make an entrance.

She halted, her cheeks immediately flushing at the candid reaction I blurted out. Her hair was in loose curls, long down her body, and she wore a gold necklace and a matching bracelet, looking ready to appear in a spring catalogue.

“Come here.” I turned in my chair then patted my lap.

She came closer, her heels tapping against the tile. “Dex, we’re at work.”

“I don’t care.” I grabbed her by the waist and tugged her onto my lap, placing her legs over mine, cradling her close so she was right up against me, her dress rising slightly because it got caught on my jeans.

“What happened to our pact of professionalism?”

“Trash it.”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I. Lots of people work with their partners. You think they hide it? You think Derek and Emerson don’t bang it out on his desk? Trust me, they do, and they don’t give a damn.” My fingertips moved slightly underneath her dress, feeling the soft skin of her thigh. “And I certainly don’t give a damn.” I pressed kisses up her neck until I brushed my nose into her hair, feeling the softness and smelling her shampoo.

She leaned into me because she liked it.

I smiled against her neck before I pressed a kiss to her lips. “Wow, you put up quite a fight.”

“Shut up.” She cupped my cheek and kissed me right on the mouth, her lips separating mine so she could give me her tongue.

My hand snaked up farther under her dress to her ass, and I gave it a deep squeeze. My mouth took hers, and I released a deep moan before my fingers gripped the fabric of her panties like they were reins to a horse.