Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I bit my lip, my breath coming quickly as I swallowed thickly.
“Let me call a nurse.”
Shit. He’d taken my hesitation for being uncomfortable. And, well, yeah, I was pretty sure there was supposed be a female nurse in the room when I got undressed in front of a male doctor. But then, I didn’t want someone else in here, because as wrong as it was and as naughty a thought it was, I wanted to undress for him and him only.
Jackson started to turn to the phone on the wall. “Hang on, I’ll—”
“That’s okay.”
The words tumbled from my lips quickly, and I could feel my pulse racing faster as he froze, his shoulders bunching tight before he turned back to me.
I swallowed.
“I— I don’t mind.”
God, there it was — that fierce look, and that hunger etched across his chiseled jaw.
“You’re a doctor after all,” I said quietly, breathlessly.
I saw the spark blaze in his eyes as he turned fully towards me. Slowly, he grinned hungrily.
“Very true. And today, Ada, I’m your doctor.”
I shivered as I reach down to start unbuttoning my blouse.
Jackson didn’t budge. He didn’t make a single move to look away, or even blink. His gorgeous dark eyes just stayed laser-focused on me, his jaw clenched tight, a storm brewing behind his face.
I trembled as I finished with the buttons, slipping the blouse off and draping if over the chair near the wall. I swallowed, my whole body shivering in excitement and anticipation as I slowly reached for the waist of the plain black yoga pants I’d worn.
“Take them off, Ms. Chase,” he purred quietly, his deep, resonating baritone voice throbbing through my body.
I panted faster, heart racing as I slowly peeled them down, over my panties, and my ass, and then down my legs — bending over to strip them off one foot. I sorely wished I’d worn something sexier than just a black bra and panties — ones that didn’t even actually match at that. But, God, why would I have? To the doctor’s office? I mean, if I’d known it was him who’d see me that day, maybe…
I felt my body shiver, my nipples puckering to little points under my bra, the heat flooding between my thighs. Fuck, why the hell was I so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man? I bent to pull the yoga pants off the other foot, when I started to tumble off balance. Instantly, his hand was there, gripping me firmly on the arm and keeping me upright.
Oh.
Oh, that’s why I was so turned on being in a small, locked room with this man. Because his touch turned me to freaking jelly. Because his hand on my arm sent a fire blazing through me and a filthy, naughty pulse deep between my thighs.
“Too cold?” he purred, his brow arched in amusement as I shivered under his grip.
“N-no,” I barely whispered, standing right in front of the gorgeous, impossibly sexy older man of my fantasies, in just a bra and panties.
Too hot, maybe, I thought to myself. So freaking hot that you make me shiver when you touch me.
“Let’s hop up here,” he finally murmured, breaking the spell as he let my arm go and turned to pat the exam chair.
I shivered as I did what he said, climbing up onto the soft, plush seat and laying back. I licked my lips, feeling so naughty, even if he was a doctor, by just sitting there in front of him in just my underwear. But then, there wasn’t very much “doctorly” about the way his eyes slid over me, leaving a heated pulse in their wake. My nipples hardened under that gaze, poking against my thin bra obviously, even with how warm the room was.
“We’ll start with another round of what we did last week, just to make sure.”
Doctor Brody kept his eyes locked onto mine as he picked up the instrument from the week before and brought it to my mid-section. And just like the week before, he placed it against my skin as the monitor next to us flickered to life. But then, he brought his other hand down, and suddenly, his palm was flat against my belly.
Oh God…
I trembled — his warm, powerful hand touching me between my belly-button and the edge of my panties. One of his fingers was actually touching the edge of them, and it was everything I could do not to moan right there. I squeezed my legs together tight, chewing madly at my bottom lip as I felt the raw heat of that touch tingle right to my core.
Jackson started to move the instrument around my skin again, but this time, I wasn’t watching the screen. This time, I was panting, my mouth hanging open and my eyes hooded as I watched his hand resting on my skin. He brought the instrument lower with the other hand, and the one resting on me slowly shifted lower, and lower.