All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I go to my appointment the next day, jittery and full of anxiety.I love my GYN. I think it’s so important to have a good relationship with your medical providers. They need to be someone you trust—someone you can joke with and be real around. If not, things can get messy when hard stuff happens and you need to make tough choices.I think if my mom had that kind of relationship with her doctors when her breast cancer showed up—if she had chosen based on connection instead of credentials—things might’ve been different. The “best” doctors didn’t listen to her or respect how she wanted to handle things. She died doped up in a hospital instead of at home with us.So when I walk into Dr. Shelia Hester’s office and she sees my face, she immediately walks around her desk and pulls me into a hug. I feel the air behind me shift—Josiah, ever the bodyguard, going rigid—but I wave him off over Shelia’s shoulder and he relaxes.“How are you feeling?” she asks gently as we sit down. “I know you’ve g

“So, Quinn. How are you enjoying married life?” Pablo asks.I give him my best boardroom smile as I sit across from him at the dining room table. “Dante and I are doing well, thank you for asking. How about you? I didn’t really get to talk to you much at the wedding.”He smiles back—one that might seem genuine if his eyes didn’t keep dropping to my cleavage. He looks me over with a gaze that’s far too familiar. If Dante looked at me like that, I’d be dragging him into the bedroom. But coming from a guy I’ve met twice?Yeah, no. It’s not okay.The look gives me the same oily, skin-crawling feeling I used to get from certain guys in high school—or the business associates my father would bring around and then promptly ask me to leave the room once he realized where their attention was going. It puts me instantly on edge, and I have to fight back a shiver.“Oh, you know. One day after another. Meeting new people. Going to interesting places. The life of a single guy,” Pablo says, popping a

“Yes, topina. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone,” he murmurs. The hand that was on my breast moves to my chin, turning me to face the mirror.My eyes are glazed with desire, mouth slack, cheeks flushed. I look thoroughly ravaged—and Dante hasn’t even been inside me yet.My gaze meets his in the mirror. The fire in his dark brown eyes, the need there, makes my knees weak. “I need you, Dante. I need you inside me.”He surges forward. One hand grabs my right knee, hooking it over his elbow. The other pulls my thong to the side. “Stick your ass out for me, topina. Let me inside you.”I do exactly as he says, and his cock slides easily between my folds. All he has to do is push.And he does—slowly—letting me feel every ridge, every vein, every glorious inch.“Oh my God,” I moan.“Shh, topina. Not so loud. We can’t have them hearing us, can we?” he whispers in my ear.“I’ll try, Dante, but you feel so damn good,” I whine. “It’s hard to hold back.”“I know, cara mia. Your puss

When I wake up, I’m in Emily’s apartment. I’d recognize the yellow walls and bright pink bedding anywhere. It’s like I’m inside a package of Bubble Yum gum.The question is: how the hell did I get here?I look down and see that I’m out of my workout clothes, now dressed in sweats and an oversized shirt. I still smell like dried sweat and morning breath, so clearly, no one thought to shower me.“Em?” I call out, sitting up in the bed.I hear scrambling down the hall before Emily bursts through the door. “Q! Holy shit, you’re finally awake! How are you feeling? Are you okay?”“I mean, I need a shower, but I’m good. How did I get here?” I ask.She sits on the edge of the bed and brushes a piece of hair from my face. “Josiah brought you. Dante wanted you out of the house, since someone’s been getting in and out with those pictures. Josiah and Pablo are in the living room, and there’s basically a revolving door of like twenty guys coming in and out of the building to keep you safe.”“Where’

I have no idea how long we’ve been in the car. I can’t see the clock, and the tinted windows keep me from gauging the sun’s position.That must be why no one’s noticed I’m handcuffed. Why no one seems alarmed as we pass. Why no one is helping me.My phone keeps pinging, and I can tell it’s pissing Pablo off.Good. If that irritates him, I’ll be happy to kick the phone under the seat just to make it worse. Fuck him.He pulls into an underground parking garage and kills the engine. Turning in his seat, the gun already in his hand, he vaguely points it in my direction. He doesn’t need to aim it precisely to get his message across.“Now I’m going to open the door so I can grab that fucking phone and get you set up in a… more comfortable position.” That last part comes with a smarmy smile that makes my skin crawl.He sees the reaction. His smile turns predatory, then vanishes altogether.“You will not make a sound. You will not draw attention to yourself or this vehicle. My boss wants you