She sat up and pushed him flat on his back. She straddled him and quickly shoved her pajama shorts off. He shoved his boxers down and she positioned his cock then sank down.

“Harlow.” His deep voice was strangled.

She leaned forward, planting her hands on his chest. She moaned. “I love you inside me.”

“So damn tight and sweet.” He cupped her ass. “Move.”

She did. She rode him hard and fast. She really wanted to watch him come.

His hand went between her thighs, and found her clit again. Their gazes locked.

“Love you, Harlow.”

She broke. With a cry, her body was engulfed with pleasure.

A second later, Easton arched, his head pushing back into the pillow. “Fuck.”

His hips jerked up and she felt him coming inside her.

Harlow collapsed on his chest. She knew her tangled hair was everywhere, but she didn’t have enough energy to move.

Easton wrapped his arms around her and she focused on getting her breathing under control.

“A very nice way to wake up,” he murmured.

She smiled against his pec.

“You going to move?”

“Maybe.” She didn’t want to.

“You going to fall asleep again?” His voice was laced with amusement.

“Maybe.”

He slapped her butt. “You have to get up, baby. We need to shower and get to the hospital.”

She raised her head. “And you need to get to the office.”

He shook his head, a lock of his dark hair falling across his forehead. “I’m not going to work. I emailed Gina last night. I’m taking the day off.”

Harlow gasped. As far as she knew, Easton had never taken a day off. “How many days off have you taken, last-minute?”

He cocked his head. “Does it matter?”

“Yes.”

“None.”

She fisted her hands in the black silk of his hair and kissed him.

“As much as I want to roll you under me and stay in bed all day,” he said, “we need to get to the hospital.”

She nodded.

When they entered the hospital, Harlow’s stomach twisted with nerves. What if something bad had happened? What if her father had taken a turn for the worst?

Easton pressed a hand to her lower back. “They would’ve called if there was a problem.”

“Get out of my head,” she said.

They rode the elevator to her father’s ward. The smell of the hospital seeped into her senses, setting her on edge.

Yesterday, she’d been too worried and panicked to think about being in the hospital. Now that she was here, she felt eight years old again, her mother bleeding, screaming.

“Hey.” Easton turned her to face him.

“Hospitals.” She licked her lips. “I hate them.”

He kissed her. Deep, with lots of tongue, until she was clinging to him and her panties were damp.

“Okay, now?” He had a faint smile on his face.