Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Well, we still have the exam to do today.”
My stomach flip-flopped.
“The what?”
“The exam, Ada,” he growled, that fierce hunger blazing across his face. He moved closer to me. “We have to do it today.”
“We do?” I squeaked out.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
“Yes, we do, Ada,” he purred. His arm extended, and suddenly, his fingers brushed against my hip — just barely, but enough to send a freaking lightning-bolt right through me.
“I’ll call the nurse.”
He started to turn, when somehow, the words just tumbled out of my mouth.
“No.” I swallowed heavily. “No, that’s okay,” I said quietly.
No, that’s NOT okay! I screamed inside. What the HELL are you doing?
This man could not examine me — not like this, and not right now. I mean, obviously, every filthy fantasy I’d had about him over the last week said I felt otherwise, but I knew if he did it now, he’d see how freaking wet I was.
He’d smell how turned on I was for him.
…For my doctor. I mean, how mortifying is that?
“No?” He grinned, turning back to me and pulling his sleeves up higher, making his tattooed forearms ripple. “Just you and me, then,” he growled.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Perfect. If it’s just the two of us, we can start,” he purred.
I swore I heard a low growl in his throat as he moved closer, and closer, until he was hovering right over me. He leaned over, his hands moving to either side of my head on the soft chair behind me as he leaned in close. I gasped as I felt his lips barely brush my ears.
“So why don’t you spread those pretty thighs wide for me, Ada.”
4
Ada
What?
I was hearing things — I knew it. My filthy, wicked thoughts of this man had finally caught up with me, and I was officially hearing things. This had to be my body and my head playing tricks on me, after a full week of fantasizing about him. I knew what I’d thought I’d heard, but there was no way I actually had.
…Right?
I blinked, my breath coming fast as I shivered and looked up into his deep, dark eyes.
“Doctor?”
There was something so hot about being so exposed in front of him like this, nearly naked. I knew he was a doctor, and that this was a doctor’s office, but it didn’t change anything for me. I’d gone far past looking a Jackson as a medical professional, and instead saw him as a real, living, breathing, panty-melting fantasy of mine. And with him standing right over me like that, like he was pinning me to the damn exam chair, the fantasies of the last week were becoming very, very real.
“I said,” he purred, lowering closer again, until for a second I could have sworn he was going to kiss me.
“Spread. Those. Pretty. Thighs. Wide for me.”
And I moaned. God help me, when he growled those words almost right against my lips, my whole body shivered like someone had sent electric current through me, and I moaned.
“For the exam, of course,” Jackson added with a quiet intensity. His fierce, captivating eyes burned into mine, and I could feel the heat of his body against my bare skin.
“Of course,” I whispered, my heart hammering a million miles an hour in my chest as I slowly nodded.
“I like that color on you,” he murmured, glancing down and making it perfectly clear that his eyes were dragging over my bra, and then lower to my panties.
I blushed fiercely.
“Thank you.”
“Black is incredibly sexy against your skin tone,” Doctor Brody murmured, his jaw tight.
Sexy.
The doctor had just said my underwear was sexy. I’d say things were starting to veer left of professional, but then, I was pretty sure me sitting in my bra and panties alone with him after he told me to spread my thighs meant we were already way past that.
The thought made me tremble in a naughty sort of excitement.
“Let’s get started then,” he purred in that deep baritone voice, before his eyes slid right back to my panties again.
“I’ll get these for you.”
I gasped as his fingers slid up the outside of my legs, leaving heat and want in their wake. He slid his fingertips under the lacy waist of my panties, and I could feel every single nerve in my body on fire with anticipation.
This was really happening.
A man was about to pull my panties off and see all of me, for the very first time. Well, a man besides my—
I blushed, realizing how close I’d come in my head to saying “a man besides my doctor.” I knew what that was supposed to mean — that no one had seen me intimately. But every single thing about that moment felt pretty freaking intimate.
And I loved that.
Something felt — as insane as it even was to think it — right about that moment being the most intimate one of my life. Something about Jackson made it like that. Whatever that magnetism about him was, it’d drawn me in, and made me crave this moment with him. And now that we were here, it felt right. It felt like I’d waited for this for long so that it could be him. And I knew how insane and crazy that sounded even at the time, but I didn’t care.