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)
“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.
I was dripping wet — so wet that I knew I was making a mess of my panties. My nipples strained against my bra, and I was sure my panting was the loudest thing in the room. But Doctor Brody didn’t seem to notice. He moved his hand lower, until a full half of his hand was resting on my panties and my mound underneath them.
And then suddenly, he moved away.
The breath I didn’t even know I was holding whooshed out of me in a rush. Jackson turned and smiled at me, but it was no “doctorly” smile, it was something downright hungry.
He rolled the sleeves of his crisp white shirt up to the elbow, and I moaned inside.
Tattoo ink, and muscles, for days. I mean fuck, those forearms rippled as he went to the other sleeve, and the tattoos? My eyes traced the ink and the designs, feeling like more and more of a total pervert for lusting this hard after my freaking medical professional.
But seriously? Doctors should not be that hot.
“Well, that part’s done,” he murmured, his eyes dragging over my near-naked body until they met my gaze with a heated flash. He smiled, and I melted under it, watching it creep over his chiseled jaw, and his gorgeously built cheekbones, and even those little dimples at the corner.
“That part?”
He grinned again, but this time it was right back to that look that had a tinge of hunger and a dangerous promise to it.