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)
Of Jackson.
I blushed and shivered again as I stepped into the exam room and closed the door. Part of me pouted that I’d have boring Doctor Petite again. But then, at least what happened last time wouldn’t happen again.
…You know, when I’d gotten soaking wet — noticeably so — with just my panties on, right in front of Doctor Brody.
I cringed, blushing at the thought as I sat on the edge of the table, facing away from the door. The exam was really nice — not sterile and all fluorescent lights like most places. The lighting here was lowered, the floor hardwood, the furniture top of the line and beautiful.
I hope he hadn’t noticed — Jackson, that is, last week with my panties. If he had, he certainly hadn’t said anything. But just the same, a part of me was relieved to be seeing the very not-panty-wetting Doctor Petite.
I toyed with my hands, looking at them and blushing again as I replayed my schoolgirl crush on the gorgeous doctor. I’d googled him, like a total weirdo. I knew he was the head of this clinic, and had huge respect in the pre-natal and neonatal medical world. I knew he was one of the youngest doctors to ever become head of a clinic this prestigious — or any, at that. He was thirty-two, and unmarried. No girlfriend or anything either, as far as I could see from stalking his Facebook page.
I felt the heat creep up, remembering how I’d poured over the pictures on his page — him sweating and grinning after running a triathlon. Jackson looking freaking delicious in just a pair of short, perfectly fitting swim trunks, shirtless and looking like a fucking god at the beach.
…Hey, I was a virgin, but a girl has thoughts.
I remembered the late nights over the last week, panting under the covers in my bedroom as my fingers slid between my legs. I remembered whimpering into my pillow, and pretending it was his hands pushing my legs wide apart, and telling me what he was going to do to—
“Ada.”
I almost shrieked as the voice from my naughty daydream rumbled through the room, from the doorway behind me I hadn’t heard open. I froze, the blood turning to fire in my veins and my heart leaping into my throat.
That voice.
That deep, resonating, powerful voice that triggered something inside of me.
Jackson.
The voice from behind me was Doctor Brody, and when I heard him step inside and shut the door with a loud click behind him, I felt my whole body tremble.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ada.”
Oh God.
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Jackson
It was the scent of her shampoo that hit me first, just like it had the last time — something subtle and floral, with a hint of citrus that drove me fucking wild. I growled to myself as I inhaled sharply, filling my senses with her as my eyes drank her in.
Fuck she was beautiful.
Even sitting facing away from me, everything about her made my cock swell in my pants — throbbing to full length between my thighs as my balls tingled. That long dark hair, unfettered and tumbling down her lithe back. Those impish shoulders, and her bare arms under the short-sleeved blouse.
…That sweet little heart-shaped ass of hers, perched on the edge of the exam table. She was wearing yoga pants — God bless yoga pants — and they hugged every sweet, tempting curve of that little peach of a butt so fucking perfectly that all it did was make my cock throb even harder.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Ada,” I purred.
And I had been. Achingly so. Going out of my fucking mind doing it. Last time had been dangerous. Last time, I’d come close to throwing my entire career away for this angel, and I would have, if she’d asked me.
But where last time had been a mistake, this time was all my own doing. This time, I’d made damn sure Roger Petite was preoccupied with other patients. Because this time, there’d be no confusion — no mistakes.
This time, she’d be mine.
Ada Chase — my fucking obsession. My all-consuming, body-engulfing lust.
First, I was going to make her beg.
Second, I was going to make her mine.
And third? Well, third was the best part.
Third was me putting a baby in that fertile young womb. And after that, she’d be mine. After that, I’d steal her away from all of this if I had to.
I’d been lost the second I’d walked into this very room the last time, a week before. I’d been a goner the minute I laid eyes on her, and smelled that shampoo, and saw that impossibly sweet innocence in her eyes. She’d opened those tempting, pink lips, and I’d been lost.
Fuck the medical code of conduct. Forget professionalism. I wanted her, and since then, it’d only gotten a million times worse. Since then, she’d consumed my every thought and kept my cock hard almost for a week straight.