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178 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 7, 2025

“Good girl. Now breathe.” The words slip out before I can catch them—more intimate than my usual clinical tone. The effect is immediate. Her pupils dilate. Her breathing slows down. Her heart rate drops from critical to manageable as her oxygen levels climb. I laugh softly, partly from relief at her improvement, partly from disbelief at her response. And fuck if my body doesn’t respond too. Pressure surges below my belt, blood rushing south with such intensity that it’s almost painful. In my years as a paramedic, I’ve never had such an inappropriate physical reaction to a patient. “Good to know, princess,”
“I remember you, princess.”
“Mine,” I murmur against her sensitive flesh. “Every inch of you is mine now.”
“Your pussy was made to be filled by my cum. And I take my duties very seriously.”

Leave it to me to bankrupt myself just by breathing wrong.
Fuck, fuckity, fuck!
Pavlov's dogs ain't got nothing on me. At least they didn't imagine the bell.
"What's next? Meeting the parents? Joint bank accounts?" "I've already met her parents." Both of them stare at me. "What?" I ask. "You met her parents," Ethan says slowly. "They didn't meet me. I was outside." "Oh, well, that makes it so much better," Killian deadpans.