Later, she woke alone, tired, and sore, her female parts chafed raw. He'd told her he needed to go on duty and she'd nearly cried in relief when he left. She couldn't take another round of searing pleasure. But she didn't dare be late in case someone made a comment about it, and Viglar killed him.
Shuddering at the thought, she quickly got ready and walked to the hospital.
She went to his office and, as usual, he waited for her. Of course, the dratted man didn't look tired at all. "Good morning, my breeder."
Before she could protest being called that so early in the morning, he kissed her.
He held out a small pot. "You will take this and put it in your vagina," he said, as if they discussed the weather.
Madison did a physical double take, would've fallen over her own feet if he didn't have a hold on her. "Say what?"
"It is to ease you so we can fuck again tonight."
"No way, tonight I'm resting."
He ignored what he didn't want to hear. "Do you require help applying it?"