10/17 is near! Have you pre-ordered? ❤️. The knock on the other side of the door sends my nerves flying. “Come in.” “Hey,” Hunt says. I stare at the neatly framed degrees on the wall. Stanford. Harvard. They could say fuckvard, and I’d study them like I was going to be electrocuted if I didn’t memorize every line on them. I can’t utter a hello. The only thing I put forward is my chin meeting my hand at my throat. “Happy?” He touches my arm and I flinch. “You okay?” “Fine.” I stare at my knees and bury my shaking hands under my thighs. “I’m glad to see you again.” He tries to lift my chin, but I fight it. Hunt walks to the sink and washes his hands. I keep my chin down, and my eyes on his feet. Even his shoes are sexy, hell, the bottom hem on his pants is sexy. He arrives at the exam table and rests his gloveless hands on my knees. “Are you nervous?” “No. I’m ready for my exam.” The one peek I take ruins me. His chin is dipped, his eyes…ready to pounce. And, if my heart wasn’t beating like a queen whose head is on the block, I might have convinced myself I heard his heart thumping. “So, we left off at your…” He turns and faces the wall, one hand gripping the back of his neck, the other at his groin. “At…” Hormones take over when he faces me with a smirk on his face, and an obvious erection in his pants, which I cannot take my eyes off. Suddenly I couldn’t give two fucks who that chick was. I’m about to be examined by Doctor Hard Dick again, and he’s hard. He positions himself at the end of the exam table. His broad shoulders and chest jutting. Sleeves rolled up on his crossed arms. Legs spread. “Take it off.” He yanks one string on my gown, exposing my left breast. “The whole thing. I want to see your tits when I examine you.” “This is insane.” That goes for me too. I grip the gown, though I’m hopeful he’ll strip me bare since I’m a pathetic off-roading dodo bird. This is why I plan. It’s so much safer than going with your gut. “You’re here, aren’t you?” He stares at my lips while licking his. I gear up for a kiss, or some other heart jolting surprise he might spring on me. “You want to leave?” “No.” “I didn’t think so.”
October 14, 2016 at 05:55PM
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