Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Rachel’s legs slam together, trapping my fingers between them.
“Stop it,” she growls.
I flex my fingers, giving her leg a squeeze. “You like me all up in your space.”
“No, I don’t,” she insists. She then actually sniffs prissily at me and adds, “If we’re together, I say when it’s going to happen.”
“Oh, now, Hart,” I murmur with a dark laugh, pushing my hand higher up her leg despite the fact she’s clamping her thighs together. She’s no match for my strength. “I’m just going to have to prove you wrong about that.”
Rachel slams a hand around my wrist in a pitiful attempt to stop me. She snarls like an aggrieved kitten, “We are in a fucking doctor’s office for God’s sake, Bodie.”
I step around the end of the table. Bringing my other hand into action, I pull her legs apart. I step in between them until my half-hard dick presses against the padding. Leaning in, I brush my lips across her mouth and whisper, “Doctor’s running a little bit late. We have time to fool around.”
“I am not fooling around with you in a doctor’s office,” she says haughtily, bringing her hands to press into my chest.
I might have taken her seriously if instead of trying to push me away from her, she didn’t flex her fingers into my shirt as if she wants to hold me close.
Now that was a mistake, Rachel.
I lean into her hard, pushing her torso all the way back into the incline of the table, which has her sitting at about a forty-five degree angle. My tongue slips inside her mouth, tasting coffee and cinnamon gum. Rachel gives a tiny huff of frustration, but then she’s kissing me back.
My smile against her mouth is triumph. Because she is so responsive, I bet I could make her come about five different ways before the doctor gets in here. My hands go to her ass. I pull her to the edge of the table, to where her bare pussy is pressed up against my denim-covered erection. I bet she’s wet. I bet she’ll leave a wet spot.
Rachel moans. Her hands go to my hips, pulling me in closer.
I know damn well I’m not going to get away with fucking her before the doctor comes in, but I bet I could eat her pussy hard and fast with my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure.
Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do.
My plans are dashed when the door to the examination room opens, and a male doctor in his mid-forties steps in. He has dark hair, parted straight and evenly combed. His black-framed glasses make him look very smart and accomplished.
Rachel gives a yip of embarrassment and I immediately pull back, dragging the paper down to cover her legs. Rubbing the tips of my fingers over my mouth, which is still tingling from that kiss, I turn to face the doctor with a sheepish grin.
He blinks at us from behind his frames and actually apologizes, “Oh, God… Sorry to have interrupted you.”
Chuckling, I step away from the examination table and move to Rachel’s side. “Hey, we’re on your time, Doc. We just got a little carried away with each other while we were waiting for you.”
The doctor laughs. “I was running late but when I saw you were the patient Henry McCullough sent over, I jumped you up in the queue, so you didn’t have to wait for me.”
Guess that’s one of the perks of working for The Jameson Group.
He shakes each of our hands. “I’m Bill Anchors. And you must be Rachel Hart and Bodie Wright?”
“That would be us,” Rachel says with a nervous laugh.
Dr. Anchors turns to the sink and washes his hands. “Today, I’ll examine you, and then we’re going to talk about what the game plan will be to monitor you through your pregnancy.”
Rachel looks at me, and I give her a reassuring smile.
Dr. Anchors turns from the sink and takes a seat on the rolling stool. After snagging a pair of latex gloves from a box on the counter, he puts them on with practiced efficiency.
He rolls the stool up to the edge of the exam table. “Go ahead and put your feet in the stirrups and scoot down to the edge of the table. I’m just going to give you a quick pelvic examination.”
I take a few steps back to stand near Rachel’s shoulders as she does what the doctor requests. She stares at the ceiling blankly while the doctor squirts some lube on his finger and proceeds to insert it inside of her. Rachel flinches from the invasion, and my hackles rise. Not because another man has his hand between her legs, but because it’s causing her discomfort. But I know this is part of his job, so I’m going to make it mine to try to ease that for her.