Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
So this was what he meant by 'probing', and all I can do is writhe when moisture starts coating my thickening folds.
"I'll need to probe deeper..."
Another whimper escapes me as his finger thrusts deeper into my cunt
"Mm."
Will I sound like a masochist...if I say I just love how he's still able to sound convincingly contemplative even when he's fucking my pussy with his finger?
"I think I feel something..."
His finger traces the wall of my pussy, and I nearly buckle off the bed.
"This requires further probing..."
And there goes a second finger inside of my pussy, and I start seeing stars.
"How are you feeling right now?"
"Stuffed," I gasp out, since it's true.
"And what about now..."
A gasp spills past my lips as his fingers plunge knuckle-deep into my pussy.
"Oh God."
"Should I repeat this kind of...probe?"
"Oh God—-yeeeeees!"
The stars I've been seeing turn into an entire galaxy as Dr. Somebody finger-fucks me into an orgasm that ripples endlessly through my body. Pleasure starts gushing out of me, but his fingers continue thrusting in and out of me, and all I can do is cry out again and again until I lose track of time.
I'm not sure if I actually ended up dozing off after that.
All I know is that I'm wearing my bra again when Dr. Somebody wakes me up.
"I'm sorry, Temptation."
My heart leaps to my throat. Why is he apologizing all of a sudden? Did I disappoint him? Turn him off? Did I—-
"There's an emergency at my workplace—-"
I flinch as soon as I hear his words. Has he forgotten that I'm not actually stupid? Why is he using such a lame excuse to leave me all of a sudden?
"If you want to end this, then just say—-"
Dr. Somebody suddenly cups my face. "Look at me."
The biting note of command in his voice is impossible for me to disobey, and my gaze reluctantly lifts to his.
"I'm a doctor in real life, and I'll give SFI the green light to confirm this for you."
He says a bunch of other stuff after that, but I can't remember any of it since my brain is still frozen in confusion.
Did he just say he's what?
Fourteen
Adam could still remember how Ilona would react every time he had to cancel a date because of work. While she hadn't been stupid enough to throw a tantrum in his presence, she had still found various little ways to get back at him for his "negligence".
And when he had finally met Temptation, a part of him had cynically assumed the girl would be even worse, considering her age and inexperience. He had expected her to text or call him endlessly. Maybe even make him choose between her and his work, like Ilona had the first time he had to cancel on her.
Temptation, however, had done none of those.
Although it had taken him a while to believe he was indeed what he claimed to be, she had shooed him away as soon as she realized he wasn't lying, and upon learning that the operation he would be performing could take hours, Temptation had also told him quite seriously that she would pray for him and his patient.
He and Ilona had dated for three years, but not once had the heiress uttered anything similar, and that was why, even though he and Temptation had only known each other for over a week,
Adam was absolutely sure he had finally found a rose of his own.
And speaking of said rose...
Hello, Dr. Somebody.
Your patient has requested for urgent treatment.
Do you accept?
Joelle glanced up when the door to her cousin's consultation room burst open.
"Call me if anything's up," Adam told her. "I'll be back in an hour or so."
She wrinkled her nose at him. "I hate that look."
"What look?"
Joelle pointed at his face. "That look you've been sporting since yesterday. The one that says I'm-on-top-of-the-effing-world-because-I've-found-a-girl-who-actually-understands-what-doctors-do."
"I see." Adam rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. "I think this look is also called I-don't-give-a-damn."
His cousin groaned. "I can't take it anymore. You're so gross when you're this hap—-"
Adam pulled the door shut behind him, and just like that, he could no longer hear his cousin's rants.
Bliss.
He was already behind the wheel when his phone started ringing, and Adam switched to loudspeaker before answering the call.
"Dr. Somebody?"
It was Temptation, of course, and her voice just kept sounding more fuckable every time they talked.
"Hello, Temptation."
"You know I didn't really ask for treatment, right?"
Adam nearly smiled. "I understand how the app works, yes." SFI was all about reinforcing their chosen fantasy, which was why its AI program was designed to come up with new "encounters" for clients to enjoy.
"Um..."
The note of uncertainty in her voice immediately caught his attention. "What's wrong?"
"When I saw the notification from the app, I didn't think twice about saying yes."
"Neither did I, if that's what you're worried about?"
"It's not that."
His brows pulled together in a frown. "Then..."