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’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.
Since last time.
* * *
One week before:
“Nice to meet you, Doctor Brody.”
Fuck. The way my name rolled off that soft tongue and over those sweet lips had my body tingling with need. The way she flushed — her cheeks burning as she looked away, as if she were embarrassed.
I’d just introduced myself to this perfect creature, after explaining the scheduling error with Doctor Petite.
“Are—” She swallowed thickly, her bright blue eyes darting to mine. Christ, that soft, lily-white skin with that dark brown hair and that smattering of freckles across her impossibly cute nose had me drowning in her already.
“Are we doing an exam today?”
She was nervous. I got that. After all, it’s not like a fertility exam was ever a breeze, but it didn’t help that I wasn’t the doctor she’d been seeing on the first few visits to the clinic.
“No, Ms. Chase, we’re not.”
I wish.
God help me, I wished. Forget professionalism, and boundaries, and my own oaths. Forget the doctor in me. The fucking caveman in me wants to touch every single inch of her body.
She sat there in her black yoga pants and a loose, grey, sleeveless top — her hair undone and tumbling down one shoulder, and one soft, succulent, glistening lip caught between her teeth. I wanted to tear those clothes off of her piece by piece, like a present for me to unwrap until she was naked before me. And then, I wanted to feel how soft that skin was. I wanted to see if her nipples were as pink as her cheeks, and I wanted to spread those pretty legs and run my tongue across a pussy I could only imagine tasted like candy.
Somehow, I got ahold of myself. How, I’m not entirely sure.
“No, today is all exterior. We’re using the new external imaging tech to take a look at everything inside. It’s a bit like a sonogram.”
She nodded, still nervously chewing that lip in the most tantalizing fucking way, to the point where I could barely concentrate on making words.
“Why don’t you go ahead and lie back.”
Then I want you to spread your legs, pull your knees back to your shoulders, and show me how wet that tight little pussy is.
I growled to myself, my jaw tightening as I tried to calm down.
“Like this?”
Fuck her voice was so sweet, like honey, and the way she looked up at me as she lay back in the reclined patient chair had something sparking inside my chest.
“Just like that.”
I grabbed the imaging device — it really was just like a sonogram — and turned back to her.
“Lift your shirt up.”
I fucking growled it, like a demand. Like I was telling someone I’d just brought home to do it, and not a patient.
Get a fucking hold of yourself.
“Over your stomach,” I added quickly, seeing the flush creep into her cheeks.
But Ada had nodded and slowly she’d reached down and lifted up her top.
I’d groaned to myself. That unblemished skin. That soft little belly, the easy curve of her hips. The little glimpse of the underside of a light blue, lacy bra.
…I was rock hard in one damn second.
My whole fucking body was humming as I approached her, watching her shiver as I came near.
“And I need you to pull your yoga pants down a bit.”
Ada had gasped quietly, her chest rising and falling as her eyes had darted to mine. “What?”
“Not all the way, just so it doesn’t hamper the imaging.”