Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I winced at the biting tone.
God, he really hated me.
I knew why, but still.
"Did Dee-Dee tell you we were performing a Pap smear?"
No, she put me in this room, told me to get undressed, and then proceeded to leave me naked for forty-five minutes, not once coming to check on me.
I nodded.
She had.
Dammit.
"Would you feel more comfortable with a nurse in here?"
The mocking tone almost dared me to do it. It wouldn't stop the feelings we had for each other, though.
I shook my head no.
The only thing that would make this situation more comfortable was if I were dead.
"You know what to do."
I did.
Leaning back, I scooted to the bottom of the table until my ass almost hung off the edge.
While I did that, he pulled the stirrups out and then reached for my ankle.
The moment our skin met, I shuddered.
Which he noticed, of course. It was also hard to hide the goose bumps that pebbled my flesh the moment our skin touched, which in no way had anything to do with the air conditioning.
He let go of me like I'd burned him.
Instead of him touching my other foot, I picked my own leg up and placed my heel in the stirrup.
"It's cold in here," I murmured, lying through my teeth.
He didn't contradict my lie, only hummed something in the back of his throat that caused me to instantly stiffen.
He'd done that when we were younger. When we were together and he didn't want to say anything for fear of bursting out laughing.
"Relax."
Yeah, right.
His hand touched my ankle again, and I had to fight the urge to jerk it away.
And I wouldn’t even begin to mention the way that my vagina was now practically dripping with need for him. Nope, nuh-uh, no way. It was a malfunction…had to be.
Goddammit.
There was no way he wouldn’t notice.
None.
Jesus, he’d always affected me like that. Always.
It was kind of sick, really, the way he could make me melt into a puddle of goo.
Mortification was washing over me like a rising tide, and I could barely hold my head up above the humiliation.
I could feel him watching me. Could feel the way he stood, so hot and strong, between my splayed thighs.
It reminded me of the first time we’d ever had sex.
Which then caused another wash of desire to roll through me.
That had been something I’d never forget. Not ever.
“I’m going to feel for abnormalities,” he said, startling me.
I didn’t say anything back.
His hands moved up my legs on both sides, which I knew for a fact wasn’t something that was done at the doctor’s office. Especially not with the way his hand was so slow moving.
His palms were rough, and they felt like a fucking heater as they made their way from ankle to thigh.
As he moved in closer to my lady bits, my heart started to pound. The anticipation of him touching me, even in a clinical way, was enough to send a rush of need through me.
I licked my lips and tried hard not to moan.
Oh, God.
Everything inside of me was pulsing with need.
My nipples were pebbled, and I was fairly sure that my clit looked like a big red target that screamed ‘touch me!’
And let’s not forget the juices that I could now feel sliding down the crack of my ass.
Yes, I was a slut.
A huge, super slut, with a super slutty vagina. Slutty McSluttyone—that was me.
His hand paused at the part of my thigh and groin where the two met, and he ran his thumb over where my panties would normally reside. You know, if I were wearing any, that was.
All he touched now was the sensitive skin that used to drive me wild—and he knew it.
What was he doing to me?
There was no way he didn’t know what he was doing to me. None.
His hand moved again, parting my folds with both thumbs, and I clenched my eyes and teeth shut to stop the moan from leaving my mouth.
I ground my teeth so hard that I heard them crack in protest.
Then I felt those strong shoulders of his brush against the inside of my thighs, reminding me how wide they were. How they used to feel when he would shove my legs open with them before going down on me.
Oh, God.
And that was when I opened my legs wider. Because I didn’t want him touching me. Yes, that was it.
I was also Slutty Liar McSluttyone.
After he parted my sex with his thumbs, he moved his hand so that one hand was holding my pussy open at the top of my sex, the heel of his hand resting just at the top of my pubic bone, while the other went in for the kill.
At first, I didn’t think he was going to do anything but insert his finger.
But when he swept his thumb down, and I felt wetness go with it, I knew he was bringing attention to the fact that I was dripping wet without actually saying a word.