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that, Ivan hung up the phone and slumped back in his chair, his mind numb.
    The door opened and Liz peeked in. “Doctor, they’re ready for you.”
    Yesssss! For a moment he forgot she was a lawsuit waiting to happen and narrowed his gaze. “Thanks,” he purred.
    “Anything for you.”
    The sultry sound of her voice, so ridiculously inappropriate for a work environment, snapped him back to reality. He sighed as the door closed behind her. His job was to help people feel better about themselves. Too bad he couldn’t make it work for himself.
    Ivan went to the sink and washed his hands. As he did so he looked himself over in the mirror and shook his head. He looked as shitty and shell-shocked as he felt, but his schedule had no space for any kind of meltdown today, big or small. Good thing he was a pro when it came to quarantining unwanted thoughts and emotions these days, because tucking away the idea that Jaden was in Miami Beach behind door number three was now a priority. He smoothed his hair back, fastened it into a ponytail, and then went in for his next consult.
    For the rest of the day, he moved from appointment to appointment, allowing himself no time to think about anything but IV administration, hangover cures, libido-boosting cocktails, and the new club membership he’d secured with the Panamanian VIP couple. And when that was done, the hours between his last patient and his ten o’clock reservation downstairs were occupied with reading patient labs and catching up on dictation.
    At nine thirty he gave himself permission to clock out. In an instant, as he shed his lab coat and powered down his computer, the freak began to whisper his intentions for the night that lay ahead. Ivan had spent all day keeping himself together, and he was exhausted. He was left with nothing to fight off the freak, if he even wanted to. Now it was time for surrender to the sweet sedation only the freak knew how to deliver.

Chapter 7
    “Dream a Little Dream”
    J ADEN L OOKED D OWN A T I VAN and ran her hands through his hair. His tongue lavished her pussy as waves of pleasure crashed over her. He had one hand wrapped around her legs, holding the flimsy bikini bottoms aside, while the other fondled her naked breast, teasing and twisting her nipple between his thumb and forefinger until she thought she’d burst.
    “Oh, God, Ivan! Don’t stop!”
    Faster, he worked his tongue in and out of her. She writhed with the sensation as warm ocean water pooled around them. Her body tensed and trembled as she inched closer and closer to orgasm. She grabbed a fistful of hair and forced his face hard into her. The sensation of his rough beard against her soft flesh was unfamiliar, but not unwelcomed, and she ground harder into him, forcing more of his tongue inside. Each stroke brought her closer and closer, and just when she thought she could take no more, he spoke to her, replacing his tongue with his fingers without breaking rhythm.
    “Come for me, baby,” he commanded in a low, sexy tone as he continued to stroke her from the inside out. “Now.”
    At the sound of his voice she began to tremble. When he curled his fingers inside her and flicked his tongue over her clit, she shattered. She couldn’t even pull in a full breath and instead managed only short, desperate gasps as he continued to tease her with his mouth and fingers. She rode out the first orgasm, tugging at his hair as her legs trembled around his head.
    “Do it for me again, Jaden. I want to hear you scream,” he demanded as he worked her toward a second, more powerful climax.
    “Yes! Yes! Oh, Iv—”
    Beep. Beep. Beep.
    She sat up in bed, disoriented by the sound and the aftereffects of the amazing feeling that had eluded her for so long. After a moment she realized where she was (in her new condo) and that she was alone (no Ivan). She glared at the bedside table and slapped the alarm on her phone silent. She blew out a heavy breath and fell back into the comfort of