The call from Dr. Hale came just after midnight.
Elena was still on her back, Alexander buried deep inside her for the third time that night, when his phone lit up on the nightstand. He answered without pulling out, one hand still pinning her wrists above her head, hips locked flush against hers.
“Blackwood.”
Elena felt every subtle shift of his body as he listened. His c**k twitched inside her. His free hand stroked slowly down her side. When he finally spoke, his voice was controlled, but the arm holding her tightened.
“Send the full report to me directly. We’ll be in your office at eight.”
He ended the call, tossed the phone aside, and looked down at her.
“Preliminary results are better than the first diagnosis,” he said quietly. “Not clear yet. Not final. But better. We’re going
