Sizzling Nights with Dr. Off-Limits by Janice Lynn Page B

clothes from the various places they’d landed in their fevered removal, but she didn’t rush to redress. She didn’t want him to think she was self-conscious in front of him. She wasn’t. He’d seen her naked and flushed with the afterglow of sex many times before.
    She’d just had sex for the sake of sex and for no other reason. Should she feel guilty or cheap?
    â€œYou were amazing.”
    She flicked her gaze his way. He was smiling, looking arrogant and proud and satisfied. She’d done that. She’d put that look on his face, had given as good as she’d gotten. She knew she had, that he’d been right there with her all the way right up until they’d climaxed in a loud, guttural cry.
    â€œSo were you,” she admitted, starting to feel claustrophobic as the implications of what they’d done hit her. They’d just had unprotected sex.
    What had she been thinking?
    What had he been thinking?
    Obviously neither of them had been thinking.
    Panic built within her chest. So much so that she needed him gone, needed time to think, to process what had happened between them. She was on the pill, but what if something went wrong and she got pregnant?
    She couldn’t. She just couldn’t. What if...?
    â€œI need you to leave while I go take a shower.” Even to her own ears her voice sounded panicked, high-pitched.
    Confusion replacing the satisfaction on his face, his brows veed together. “Huh?”
    â€œI’m going to take a shower.” She tried to sound calm. She didn’t want him to know how shaken she was by their having had sex. By the fact that, since Lucas didn’t know she was on oral contraceptives, he had just risked getting her pregnant, something he’d meticulously made sure to never risk while they’d been married.
    She met his gaze and didn’t so much as blink as she stared him down. She couldn’t or the tears she was fighting might spill free. “Be gone from my apartment when I get out of the shower.”

CHAPTER EIGHT
    C ASSIE B ELLOWS ’ S NIGHT NURSE reported that the child had cried in pain most of the night. They’d given her medication, but even in her sleep tears had fallen.
    Emily’s heart twisted as she took report on the little girl. She hated the thought of the child in so much pain that she’d cried even during sleep.
    â€œI called Dr. Cain and he’ll be by this morning to check on her. He plans to get her into surgery this week.”
    Lucas was coming by.
    Of course he was coming by. He worked there. She worked there. They’d see each other, behave professionally as if they hadn’t had sweaty kitchen sex the night before, and they’d be polite.
    Only, when Lucas came in, he wasn’t polite. He was irritated. With her.
    He should be grateful that she wasn’t a wide-eyed innocent who wanted marriage, children and happily-ever-after as she’d been when they first met.
    Children. Emily’s breath caught and for a moment a wave of dizziness almost overtook her. Why hadn’t Lucas mentioned birth control the night before? Why hadn’t she thought to ask him? Why hadn’t he worn a condom? He was a wealthy man, one whose parents had accused her of trying to trap him.
    If only they knew the truth. If only Lucas knew.
    â€œWhen was Cassie’s last dose of painkiller?” he practically growled.
    Emily leaned in and pointed to the computer screen.
    â€œRight there.” She tapped the screen, pulling up where the medication was recorded. He was still fairly new. Maybe he truly hadn’t known. Then again, Lucas was a quick study. She would guess he knew more ins and outs of their computer system than she did after being there for years.
    He studied the screen, then frowned. “I want to increase her dose.” He named the quantity.
    She made a mental note. “With her next dose due when?”
    â€œNow. Give the medication,”