“Hello, Doctor,” she says slyly, her mouth turning up at the corners as she flashes me a smile. “I was waiting for you.”
I’m still very confused. “Mackenzie, what are you—”
“They told me you come highly recommended,” she barrels on, cocking an eyebrow at me expectantly. “And I’m feeling so bad.”
I can feel myself frowning as I try to make sense of what’s happening here, but then her scent teases under my nostrils, warm and thick and aroused.
Oh.
Oh.
I swallow, shutting the door behind me and locking it. I’ve never done anything remotely as reckless as what she seems to have planned. The old me would have scolded her for even suggesting it, but right now . . . Right now, all I can think about is the look in her eyes as they roam over me. Like she’s been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about her. Like she wants me. It’s still a novel thing for me, being wanted by someone like her.
“Hello . . . Ms. Carter. What brings you in today?”
Her smile brightens, looking pleased with herself. “I have this . . . ache that won’t go away.”
This is so ridiculous, like something out of a bad porn movie, and yet I can already feel my cock stiffening in my dress pants.
I take a step closer, fisting my hands at my sides to keep from outright pouncing on her, something that is extremely difficult with the way her scent blooms in the air, making my blood heat. “What sort of ache?”
“Mm. That’s the weird thing. I can’t seem to pinpoint it. I was hoping you could help me find it.”
Dear God, this woman is going to be the absolute death of me.
“I would—” I clear my throat, my tongue feeling almost too thick. “I would need to touch you to make a proper diagnosis. Would that be okay?”
“Of course, Doctor,” she practically purrs. “You’re the expert.”
I close the distance between us, my fingers teasing over her ankle bone lightly as I let them slide higher underneath the pant leg of her scrubs. “How does this feel?”
“Fine,” she says, only slightly breathless. “Nothing hurts there.”
I reach tentatively with my other hand to let my fingertips graze the sliver of skin exposed between her waistband and the hem of her scrub top, circling her belly button gently. “What about here?”
“Maybe a little,” she breathes, her lashes fluttering. “I think you’re getting warmer.”
I press a knee on the chair to half cover her, leaning in until my nose can skirt the length of her throat so that I can breathe her in deep. Just the scent of her is enough to make my mouth water. “And here?”
“That’s . . .” I hear her gasp when my lips touch her pulse. “That doesn’t hurt at all.”
“It doesn’t?”
She shakes her head lightly. “It actually feels good there.”
“I see.” I flick my tongue against her skin, reveling in the way she shivers. Knowing that I made her do that. “I’ll have to keep looking.”
“Please, Doctor, make me feel better.”
I smile against her throat, unable to keep from breaking character. “You know someone could come up here, don’t you?”
“This is a hospital, Doctor,” she says coyly. “There are people everywhere. I didn’t think this would be a . . . long exam.”
“Are you telling me to hurry up?”
“I just want to make sure I get the full treatment before your next appointment.”
A breathy laugh escapes me. “I’ll make sure that you do.”
I push her scrub top higher to expose her stomach, watching it rise and fall with each heaving breath. I can’t even decide what I want to do with her—whether I want her on my tongue or my cock or even just my hands. I only know I want to hear her make those sweet noises she makes when she falls apart.
“I’m going to suggest something a little . . . unorthodox.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Oh?”
“I’m going to need you to turn over for me, Ms. Carter.”
“Turn over?”
“That’s right. I want you to get on your knees for me. Put your hands on the headrest.”
I watch her pupils dilate, her scent growing thicker, and I can smell the way she grows slick with the suggestion. “I can do that.”
I help ease her up on her knees, holding her steady as she turns, and when she arches her back to grab hold of the headrest, the perfect curve of her ass pushed out like an offering, I almost lose all my control.