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kissed her shoulder. He stroked her skin, needing to commit it to memory. Ryker smoothed his fingers along the sides of her breast.
    “What was your first time like?” she asked him.
    He groaned. “I don’t want to talk about that with you.”
    “I want to know. How old were you?” She turned so that she faced him.
    He busied himself with rubbing his hands along her back, then squeezing her ass because he could. “Fifteen.”
    “Who was the girl?”
    He didn’t even remember her name. “Some chick at the club.”
    She brushed her finger along the Celtic knot necklace he wore. “Was it good?”
    “Compared to what? It was my first time.”
    She shrugged. “You’ve had more times since then.”
    “It was fine.” He really didn’t want to talk about it with her.
    “I thought about sleeping with you back then.” She met his eyes. “I thought it would give us something more to talk about than pencils.”
    He cupped her cheek. “You didn’t need to fuck me back then. That would have been really bad.”
    He leaned in and kissed her, knowing he needed to leave. He was getting too fucking cozy with her curled up beside him and he had so much fucking work to do for the club.
    “Why would that have been bad?” She brushed her finger along his lower lip.
    “Because.” He pushed away from her. His grandfather had said that pussy messed with a man’s mind. Some was good enough for five minutes of banging and some made a man want a lifetime of commitment. He’d always said that the club came before bitches. And looking at the beautiful Ella lying next to him, he knew that she was definitely the pussy that made him want commitment. He’d been obsessed with her as a teenager and he’d known that he needed a distraction. That was when his father had pushed the club on him. He’d needed to take a more active part and he had. His reward was pussy and drugs.
    He stood, rubbing a hand over his face. “Thanks for…” he paused, “just being you.”
    She reached for an afghan on the edge of the bed and wrapped it around herself. “Why does your father think I’m a problem?”
    He swallowed. His father had told her that she was a problem. Why didn’t that surprise him? He didn’t know what to say to her.
    “I need to go.” He licked his lips and tasted her. For one brief moment, he struggled with the desire to tell his father to fuck off and the desire to leave. Holding her in his arms was nice. He had no idea what he expected that night, but having her close was enough.
    “I’m not a problem.” She stared at him. “I’m not going to get in your way. I won’t call you anymore either.”
    He shook his head. “You can call me anytime you want. Just don’t come to the club.”
    “He’ll know.”
    “And I’ll deal with it.” And he would. He walked toward her. “Don’t worry about him. From now on, he’s my problem. Not yours.” He leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the last few seconds of pure bliss before he left. She was everything he wanted and he wasn’t going to fucking let her go.
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    “I’m sorry but I can’t prescribe anything narcotic for you.” Ella stared at a pock-marked woman that was clearly going through withdraw.
    “But my son is in pain!” She jerked the little boy’s arm. “He needs the medicine.”
    Ella shook her head. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Your son is not in pain and I cannot give a prescription to a known junkie.”
    She shoved the kid in a fit of rage and went for Ella. She struggled with her, doing her best to keep the woman from killing her while one of the staff members grabbed a sedative to inject. When her body went limp, Ella crawled out from under her and stared at the woman for a moment. It was just another day at work. She glanced over at the kid, who looked like he hadn’t taken a bath in two weeks. Big tears filled his eyes, but he didn’t cry. He had a raggedy teddy bear with him that he clutched like his life depended on it. Maybe it did, Ella