Doctor Hero Read online Madison Faye

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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 75599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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What the hell did she do to me? Just like the night before, I was instantly hard for her — instantly head over heels, and instantly obsessed.

…Instantly aware that I was still holding her to the fucking wall, so close I could almost taste those lips again.

My hands dropped from her, my pulse still roaring through me as I moved a step back, shaking my head.

Natalie turned and went for the door.

“Wait.”

She froze at my voice, and then trembled as I moved up behind her.

“Hang on.”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself not to touch her. Because touching her would mean a domino effect. I knew touching her then meant I’d never stop touching her.

Slowly, I took another breath, trying to get myself under fucking control.

“We can still be professional,” I said slowly. “I am a professional, and you’re my patient.”

She turned, swallowing the heat from her face as her eyes looked up into mine and shook her head.

“I— I can’t do this—”

“I’m the best there is at this,” I muttered. “Anywhere.”

Natalie hesitated.

“Your file, I’ve read it.” I felt my pulse jump again, re-thinking the file I’d read that morning about that afternoon’s patient — and knowing now that it’d been her I’d been reading about.

“You’ve never come,” I growled. Fuck, just saying it made me hard as a rock. Just saying it made me want to yank her against me and claim those lips again, before I claimed the rest of her.

Natalie blushed, biting her lip. And fuck if it didn’t just make me harder. My thick cock was pulsing hard between my legs, bulging the front of my pants obscenely.

“This is embarrassing,” she whispered, looking away.

“I’m a doctor.”

“No, you’re…” She shook her head, swallowing.

“Stay,” I growled, nodding at the table behind me. “Stay, and we’ll see what we can do about this.”

“Is there another doctor I could—”

“You don’t want to see another doctor.”

Her mouth snapped shut, and her eyes went wide at my words. And I knew — fuck did I know. I knew from the pulse beating in the shallow of her neck, and the way her cheeks flushed, and the way she gasped so quietly that I was right. She was embarrassed to admit it here, but I knew from the way she’d kissed me the night before, and the way she trembled just then when I’d pushed her against the wall that I was right.

She took a shaky breath, her eyes darting to mine. Finally, she nodded.

“Okay. So, what's the cure here? Is there like a pill or something I could—”

She stopped as I shook my head, my eyes never leaving hers.

“It’s not that simple. We need to illuminate things that aren’t the problem before we can figure out what it might be.” I cleared my throat, my cock still throbbing and my jaw still tight as my eyes devoured her.

“Are you on any medication? Anti-depressants, anti-psychotics—”

“No, no.” She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Birth control?”

She blushed, but she shook her head. “What’d be the point?”

I raised a brow and her blush deepened as she bit her lip.

“I mean, I don’t date or anything because of this… you know, this problem. So, what’d be the point of going on birth control?”

Something flashed inside of me — a raw, possessive feeling that gripped me. So, she wasn’t dating, or seeing anyone.

“Nothing casual?”

She shook her head. “Not for me.”

“Last night—”

Her eyes darted to mine, a fire behind them burning fiercely. “I’ve—” She shook her head. “I’ve never done that.”

I growled inside, barely keeping it together on the surface.

“Any recreational drug use?”

“No, definitely not.”

I nodded, knowing I should be writing all of it down, but I was far too preoccupied with imagining peeling her clothes off, spreading her legs, and running my tongue over her pussy.

…Yeah, that’s me — the fucking model of professionalism.

“And you work out? Exercise?”

“Running and yoga.”

“Healthy eating habits?”

“All the time.”

I nodded again.

“Alright, external is out.” I looked her in the eye, my jaw tightening. “We’ll start with an exam.”

Her eyes went wide.

“What?”

Her cheeks flushed as she shook her head. “No, no way.”

I grinned.

“Natalie, I’m a doctor.”

“And the man who kissed me last night,” she hissed quietly, her cheeks bright red.

I didn’t answer, I just let my gaze burn right into her. I knew I should be professional. I knew the responsible thing to do would be apologize for the night before and assure her of my noble intentions. Hell, what I should have done was recused myself from her as a doctor and found her some other specialist to see.

Fuck. That.

For one, I wasn’t going to apologize for anything — not for my goddamn world shattering when she walked into that bar the night before. Not for feeling my heart jump out of my chest like it’d never done before. Not for fucking falling for her right fucking there in the restaurant. And I was certainly not going to apologize for my cock being throbbing hard and wanting nothing more than to feel her slick, tight pussy slide down every inch of it.


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