“One last dance,” Bridget said. “And then we go home.”

She was swaying on her feet rather than dancing, but Victor was having a blast, and she hated to cut his fun short. The guy hadn’t been this energetic in a long time, and she had never seen him enjoying himself as much anywhere other than her bed.

“Which home?” Turner asked.

“The one that is walking distance away. Why?”

“I vote for going back to the city instead of spending another night here.”

“I don’t have the energy to pack. Let's go to sleep and drive back tomorrow.”

Mindful of the immortals around them, he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, “I have no intention of sleeping. And other activities are problematic with Julian in the next room over.”

That was true, but Bridget was afraid she’d fall asleep on the way. Even without traffic, it was a forty-five-minute or so drive.

“That’s not a good plan unless you’re into necrophilia. I’ll fall asleep on the way, and you’ll have to carry me home.”

His face fell. “I’m sorry. I should have realized that you would be tired. You’ve been awake for a long time.”

“I’m tired, but not that tired. I know where we can go.” She took his hand and started walking.

“Where?”

“My future clinic, or rather Julian’s. I keep forgetting that I have a different job now. No one is working there yet, but it’s fully equipped, beds and all.”

Turner rubbed his hand over his jaw that was now sporting light blond stubble. “I’ve never done it on a hospital bed. Have you?”

“No, unless you count the exam table…”

Crap, she shouldn’t have mentioned it. The last thing Victor wanted to hear was that she’d had sex with Andrew on the examination table in her clinic.

“Hmm, I guess we will need to check out the table in the new place as well as the beds.”

Damn competitive streak. It had taken Victor no time at all to figure out that the only one she could’ve been with that way was Andrew, and he felt as if he had to outdo the guy.

Not that she minded, but the question was whether she could summon the energy for multiple sessions. Normally not a problem, but she was truly exhausted.

“Tonight, or rather this morning, I’m afraid you’ll have to do all the work, lover boy.”

“No problem at all.”

Instead of disappointed, he sounded enthusiastic.

Interesting.

“The door should be open.” Bridget tried the handle.

No one locked doors in the village. At first, she’d been a little concerned about the Chinese crews working and living on the other side of the fence, but Kian had assuaged her concerns. There were two tall chain-link walls, both covered with green tarps, with twenty feet of dead space separating them. Both were peppered with surveillance cameras, and both were wired, so any touch triggered an alarm in the monitoring room.

Infiltration from the other side was highly unlikely. Kian took security very seriously, and doubly so when Annani was visiting.

“Should I turn on the light?” Victor asked.

“No. Someone might come to investigate. Can you see at all?” The blinds were open, and the moon was casting enough light for her, but it might’ve not been enough for Victor’s human eyes.

“I can see the furniture. That’s good enough.”

“Splendid. Lock the door, will you?”

As Bridget opened the door to the first examination room, she heard the lock click into place.

The hard exam table wasn’t what she had in mind, though, and she continued to the next door, which led to a patient room.

That was more like it.

Turning around, she leaned against the side of the hospital bed. “Do you want to play doctor, Victor?”

“That would be an interesting reversal of roles. Are you in the mood for playing a patient?”

Was she?

It would certainly be a novelty. The only time she’d needed medical assistance was while giving birth to Julian, with Hildegard serving as her midwife.

Heck, why not. “What should I do, doctor?” She smirked.

“Remove your clothes and get on the bed, please.”

Hmm, authoritative Victor was sexy. Was she in the mood for playing the submissive to his dominant?

Given that he was full of energy and she was not, it seemed like a good plan.

“All of them?”

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the closed door. “All of them.”

“Yes, doctor.”

Removing her clothes under his intense gaze excited Bridget. There was nothing like Victor’s smoldering eyes to make her feel beautiful and desired.

“Now get on the bed and lie down on your back.”

“Yes, doctor.”

She was curious about what he was planning to do. If it were her, she would start with palpating the abdomen and continue from there, but Victor might have ideas that were less medical in nature.

With a stern expression, he leaned over the side of the bed and ran his hands down her sides, then up again, brushing against her breasts. “No broken ribs. Turn around, please.”

Stifling a smile, she did. Perhaps she should’ve given him a crash course in examination before starting. He was obviously clueless.

Nevertheless, she was turned on. His hands on her were enough to get her excited.

Running said hands down her back, he cupped her ass and squeezed. “Nothing wrong on this side either. Why are you here, Ms. Ward?”

“For you, doctor.”

Victor caressed her buttocks then squeezed again. “Are you here to seduce your doctor?”

“Yes.”

“That is very naughty of you, Ms. Ward.”

Ooh, he said naughty.

It was a trigger word for her. Naughtiness had consequences she was most excited about. The last time Victor had called her naughty was in Hawaii, during their playacting in the hotel.

Apparently, Victor needed to pretend to be someone else in order to loosen up.

It was one of those aha moments.

She’d just found the key to unlocking his suppressed playfulness.

Well, let the games begin!

“I know. Are you going to punish me?”

“What kind of punishment do you have in mind?” His voice sounded husky.

In response, she wiggled her butt.

He slapped one cheek playfully, then the other, and back to the first one. “Your ass is perfection.” He kneaded. “It’s firm and yet soft. And just the right shape and size.”

That was a matter of opinion. Some might have thought that it was too big, but Bridget liked it exactly the way it was. She also liked when Victor paid attention to it. Her backside was definitely an erogenous zone.

“I love it.” He delivered two quick smacks one on each side.

“You’ve mentioned that once or twice.”

“It is worthy of worship.” He leaned and softly kissed each cheek.

His lips were awfully close to where she wanted them, and Bridget couldn't help but arch up a little to let him know what she needed.

It was Victor’s turn to be in charge, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hint at what she wanted.

“Tell me what you want, beautiful.” He blew a hot breath on her moist folds. “Do you want my mouth here?” He blew another breath.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I want your mouth on me.”

He kissed her butt cheek. “Here?”

“No.” She smiled into the mattress.

He kissed the other cheek. “Here?”

“No.”

“You need to tell me where exactly you want me to kiss you.”