Read Online No Quarter (NOLA's Own #2) by Kelli Jean - Free Book Online

said, “You’re very welcome.” His hands squeezed my ass, pulling me into him. “Do we have time for—”
    “No, we don’t. I already gave up yoga this morning to bang your brains out. I need coffee, and I need to get my ass over there pronto. I might be late as it is.”
    “ We ,” he growled. “We need to get our asses over there pronto, woman. It’s you and me now, remember?”
    “Yeah, yeah.”
    “Hey,” he said softly. “What is it?”
    Heaving a sigh, I replied, “Nothing.”
    “Tell me.”
    “It’s just…this past week has been awesome, and I don’t want it to end, you know? I used to like going to work, seeing my patients and my coworkers. But after spending all this time with you, I’m annoyed that I have to return to reality when all I want to do is fuck you constantly , and it’s pissing me off.”
    His eyes went wide as I told him this, and then he busted out laughing again.
    “Hush.” I lightly slapped his chest.
    His head dipped, and he captured my lips for another sweet kiss.
    “I want to fuck you constantly, too.” His lips tickled against mine. “If I could, I’d spend every wakin’ hour buried deep inside you—”
    “Not helping, babe.”
    “Makin’ you come and scream out my name—”
    “Phil!”
    “Yeah, sorta like that, but all sexy with those hot fuckin’ moans you make. I’d be screamin’ your name, too. Don’t worry—”
    “Stop it!” I hissed, smacking his chest again, a little bit harder this time.
    Grinning wickedly, he informed me, “I got a chub.”
    “I mean it! It’s not funny!”
    His face morphed into his pissed off features .
    Great, now, I’m even more turned on .
    He said, “Do you want to quit your job and move in with me then?”
    Yes! “No!”
    I unraveled myself from around him, but he didn’t let me go.
    “You wanna pack a bag of your shit and have it over here?”
    Sighing in defeat, I dropped my forehead to his chest. “Yeah, all right. Maybe Friday.”
    “Tonight.”
    “Friday.”
    “Tonight.”
    “Friday! I’m working all next week. I want to sleep in my own bed!”
    He grunted. “Then, I’ll pack a bag tonight and have my shit over at your place.”
    “Damn it, Phil!”
    “What?”
    “We’ve been together for only two weeks!”
    “So?”
    “So, isn’t there some sort of grace period where we get to know each other before we shack up and shit? I mean, really—”
    “I ain’t sleepin’ without you, so get used to it. My place, your place—it don’t matter.”
    “Don’t you think we’re moving a bit fast? You don’t get the feeling that maybe we should take a step back and just—”
    “No,” he snapped, sounding seriously pissed. “Do you ?”
    “Sometimes,” I replied honestly. “But I’ve been known to enjoy alone time too much, so…”
    He pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes. “Is that what you want?”
    Now, he sounded hurt.
    Aw, man!
    “No. I want to spend every moment I have with you, which is weird for me, so maybe that’s why I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. I’m just used to doing things on my own.”
    Cradling my face in his hands, he kissed me once more. “Get used to not being alone. I ain’t ever leavin’ you to yourself again.”
    “That’s kind of creepy, babe.”
    “I’m your creep.”

    Even with stopping for some huge coffees and a box of doughnuts I refused to touch, we pulled into the parking lot of The Center with ten minutes to spare. Phil parked the Black Beauty in my designated spot. There was a sign at the head of it that read, Dr. Kenna MacGregor . Phil got a kick out of that.
    “Sheri and Jason are gonna bring us food around one o’clock,” Phil told me before shoving half a doughnut in his face.
    “Jason’s leaving the house?”
    “He’s goin’ a little cray-cray, bein’ holed up in there, yeah.”
    Cray-cray? That made me lose it.
    Grinning at me, he winked. After a gulp of his coffee, he asked, “What are your coworkers like?”
    “Oh,