Page 41 of No Other Love

‘Then what? Her lips quirked up. ‘Good manners? Give a woman the best orgasms that melts her bones and then clean her up?’

‘Being a gentleman is not a bad thing.’ I clenched the towel in my hand.

We’d had this debate before too. She thought I was too nice, too decent, not alpha enough. But I am just me, no matter how hard I fucked her.

‘I want to take care of you, Anika.’

Instead of replying, she crawled into my lap. The covers pooling around us. And tossed her hair back, so it flowed over my hand where I clutched her back. holding her to me.

‘Maybe I wouldn’t have signed those papers if I knew you had an animal in you, Vik.’ She played with my hair, running questing fingers through it, prickling my scalp. ‘Maybe I’d have fought harder to keep you. In bed.’

And I dropped my forehead to hers. Breathed us in – all the pheromones and sexual tension. ‘Don’t tease me,’ I muttered.

‘I wasn’t teasing. You don’t have to be careful with me. I can take whatever you give me. The good and the bad and the…’ She bit my ear. And sucked on it so hard I surged into her a little. ‘Fucking sexy.’

‘I…’ The words were on the tip of my tongue.Love you. Need you. Want you to never leave this bed and me.

But Anika pushed me on the bed and shoved my shorts away in a swift motion. Then she kneeled down in front of me, depressing the mattress around her.

‘What are you doing?’ I looked at her, looking at me. All hard and ready for her. Because eleven months of deprivation and masturbation made me horny for her. All. The. Time.

She licked her lips and cupped me in that way only she had. ‘Taking care of you, baby.’

I closed my eyes and allowed her to do exactly that. Because we were equal partners. We could both take turns taking care of the other.

Twenty-Three

Anika

‘Come here,’ Vikrant growled in my ear later that day. He tugged me forward by my sari pallu. We were at the hospital, almost wrapped up for the day – as in no new patients, follow ups and no emergencies of any kind. Lunch could be had at a semi-decent hour today and Smita Kaki had texted me that it was some more of my favorites – aloo poori, shrikhand, and puran poli. It was a good thing Ganesh Chathurthi only lasted for a few days. If I kept on eating like this without any form of exercise (hello cardio I miss you), I’d bloat into a different planet. Happily so.

I patted the little bulge I carried on my stomach as I willingly allowed myself to be pulled into Vikrant’s embrace. ‘Saris make hiding this tummy so difficult.’

He tugged me close with the pallu and I landed on him with a tiny oomph. Then he slid his around my waist, right where the sari began at my hips and my naked waist. His thumb caressed my navel. ‘Why would you want to hide this? It’s sexy.’ He kissed my ear and breathed the words in.

‘You’ve turned into a sex maniac.’ I hit him on his shoulder and then melted into his chest as he did something totally illegal with his tongue in my ear. I wasthisclose to a full-body shudder.

‘I’m a deprived Ani maniac,’ he murmured against my jaw. ‘Eleven months, twenty-seven days, give or take a few hours.’

I touched his lips, his cheeks. ‘You missed me then?’ I voiced my secret fear out loud. That I was dispensable to him. That hedidn’t care about me now that I wasn’thiswife, his girlfriend, his person in the ways that mattered.

He stared at me, his eyes dark and shadowed. His lips an inch from mine, since I’d risen to my damned toes. His fingers creating havoc in my navel, my abs, inching up toward the edge of my blouse. Moments away from opening it. My breasts ached with unexpressed desire, wanting his heavy, assuring touch.

‘Forget I asked.’ I made to kiss him.

‘Did you miss me? Did you have time to miss me, Anika?’

‘What the fuck kind of question is that?’ I was instantly furious. I dropped down to my feet, my good mood evaporating in an instant.

But he didn’t let me go. He banded his hand around the back of my waist and hiked me up to his feet. I poked my nails on his chest, through the lab coat he still wore. He just ground his hand on my skin, leaving an imprint, making me feel his touch. His presence. His cock too.

Staid and serious Dr. Vikrant Pandit had a slight dominating kink.

‘I could ask the same thing of you, you know.’ His words were measured, his nostrils flared as our proximity got him all kinds of worked up.

I pouted. ‘I asked first.’

‘That’s juvenile and stupid.’ He tipped my chin back and sucked hard on my throat. ‘And bratty.’