Dr. Malloy's POV
Each time I had one of those vivid reminiscences about Mia Presley, I just wanted to damn everything sane, go to her wherever she may be and take her in my arms again, my mouth plastered against hers while she held onto me.
Like she had done that first night, clutching desperately to me as I took her, riding her gently to the peak of s****l pleasure.
She was the one woman who had propelled my body to c*m repeatedly within a short time, all on her luscious body.
Mia Presley had come into my life that one night and had changed everything, had ruined the memory I ever had of other women and had someone managed to control my s****l desires, so much that it made me ache for her even in the oddest times.
There were things I was sure I'd do for her, if only it made her ha
