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"Are you still not going to tell me what happened?"
You glanced over at Zayne, making you curse Astra for giving him such a good side profile. The light from the setting sun accentuated the shadows across his face, highlighting his sharp jawline.
You were annoyed by one of his co-workers who referred to herself as his 'work wife' when you visited him at work. A skinny, brunette nurse who introduced herself as 'Leila'.
He knew he was going to have to act with your continued silence.
You arrived home and parked, he opened your door for you, unbuckled your seat belt and lifted you bridal style in his arms.
"Zayne!" You squealed, caught off guard as he carried you to the door, unlocked it and carried you inside. "I can walk!"
"I know. But since my little penguin does not want to talk, I'm employing a different tactic to get her to open up."
He plopped down on the couch with you on his lap and without further ado started giving you little playful kisses on your cheeks that made you whine and giggle in spite of yourself. "I-I'll have you know this is cheating, doctor!"
"I'm not above 'cheating', miss hunter. I'm not having the only time I get to unwind be ruined because someone ruined your mood." He started tickling your hip and you burst into another fit of giggles.
"Fine! I'll talk." To his credit, he merely straightened up and looked at you expectantly. "It's that nurse, Leila."
Zayne stared at you, obviously confused. "Leila? What about her?"
You felt embarrassed having to admit why you felt this way but Zayne made it clear that you need to communicate even when you first started dating. "She introduced herself as your work wife. You weren't there," you added, as he grew even more confused. "You were still in a surgery."
He rubbed your back as the quiet settled down between you.
"She's not. I don't ever remember allowing her to call me that nor her referring to me that way in my presence." Zayne said seriously. "She's just a new nurse who had to shadow me for a week. I'm sorry that made you uncomfortable."
Zayne had never been one to lie and you knew that. "I mean I don't understand this concept of 'work wife'. Innocent or not, it is still disrespectful to people who have partners at home."
"I agree. I'll talk to her." Zayne kissed the top of your head.
You knew he will. You just couldn't help but feel that him talking to her is not enough.
"I feel like she wouldn't listen to you." He gave you a sharp look. "You know, maybe she'll sneakily attack or something."
Zayne chuckled. "Bold of you to assume I'll let her."
You moved to straddle his hips as you loosened his collar for him. He sighed contentedly as you pressed on the muscles of his nape, giving him a light massage.
"You can always leave a statement." He suddenly suggested, sounding almost breathless from the delight your touch brought him. "A physical one."
You were confused. "Physical?"
His lips curved into your favorite small smile. "Marks."
You couldn't help the sudden desire that shot past your head and down to your toes as you realized he had grown hard beneath you. Your body immediately responded to him and your hips automatically squirmed atop him that he groaned. "Z... You're so quick to grow hard..."
"I'm looking at you." he smirked, matter-of-fact.
"Well, what do you have in mind?" You mewled as his hand slipped under your work shirt and flitted across your thin, lace bra, slipping his hand beneath the lace and making you gasp as your nipple pebbled under his touch as he kissed you deeply.
"Maybe some kiss marks on my throat." he mumbled between heated kisses. "She'll see that. Or back scratches. Greyson will see them when I change into scrubs before a surgery."
You couldn't help but grow even more aroused at the thought. "You'll let me."
Zayne's lips descended to your throat and you gasped as he nipped at your pulse point. "Of course. We'll give Greyson something to talk about.
If she's smart, she'll get the hint. I'm taken."