Page 85 of Tempt Me

I had no choice but to use my new colored contact lenses. With trembling fingers, I tore open the pack for the blue contacts.

As the lady in the shop had instructed, I balanced the disk on the tip of my finger, pulled down my lower eyelid, and, as I held my breath, guided it in. The second it touched my eyeball, I winced and blinked. When I opened my eyes, I found the folded-up disk dangling from my mascara-clad lashes.

“Shit.” I plucked it off and placed it back into the small pod of solution it came with.

I gripped the counter and glared at my reflection. “Calm down, you horny bitch.”

After a couple of deep breaths, I tried again. My breath caught in my throat as the lens neared my eyeball again, and then suddenly, it was on. I blinked at my reflection.

“Holy shit. I did it.”

I was surprised at how comfortable it was. The left eye contact went in without a hitch, and I stared at myself in the mirror. The transformation was so stunning, I grinned.

I tugged on the red wig, deciding it was the obvious choice with my flashy new red boots. As I picked through my vast new collection of lingerie, the cheeky little thought I’d had downstairs when the two men were in front of me flashed through my mind. My heart was set to explode as I made the outrageous decision not to wear any underwear.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, I pulled on the patterned stockings, securing them at the tops of my thighs, then slipped into the nurse uniform and zipped up the front. I turned my backside to the mirror, bent over a fraction, and gasped.

My cheeks were in full view. There was no need to bend over any further; I could already imagine what else would be on show. I covered my mouth with my hands and peeked at my reflection through my fingers. Gradually, I straightened up and removed my hands as I realized this was just perfect.

“Memphis, you’ve outdone yourself.”

After I zipped up my new red boots, I grabbed a big red bag that I’d bought at the sales last Christmas and shoved my phone into the side pocket, along with a condom and a twenty-dollar bill. With my survival kit in place, I put on my trench coat, swung my bag over my arm, and went in search of one of my doctors.

As I waited for the elevator, I utilized my time to decide which man I’d go to. By the time the elevator opened, I’d made my decision.

When I arrived at his door, I removed my trench coat, draped it over my arm, and fiddled with my boobs to make sure they were in place. With one last deep breath, I knocked. The hall was silent as I waited for my sexy doctor. I was just about to knock again when the door opened. It took all my might not to let my jaw hit the floor. Maxwell had been smoking hot in his clothes, but in the white, hotel-supplied bathrobe, he’d hit the top of the Sexiest Man Alive list.

A smile curled on his mouth, and he wriggled his eyebrows. “Hello.”

“Hi.” I made a show of running my eyes over his glorious body. “I heard there was a doctor in the house.”

He chuckled. “Yes, me and about two hundred others.”

“Well, Doctor, I have an emergency.”

He swallowed loud enough for me to hear. “You’d better come in then.”

He stepped aside, and it took all my might not to drive my hands into his robe and feel his sculpted torso. The heels of my boots sunk into the carpet as I crossed the room and tossed my bag and jacket over the chair. When the door shut, I turned to him and paused with my fingers on the zip at my bust. I ran my tongue over my lips as I ogled the most handsome man I’d ever seen.

“So . . . what’s this emergency?”

“I have a problem.”

“Mmmm.”

My clit pulsed when that rumbling sound hummed in his throat. “I’m horny, and I hate to be alone when I’m horny.” Those words had become my best friends. And right now, with just one zipper between me being naked with Doctor Exotic, I was so glad I’d discovered them.

“Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

“Thank God.” I glided my zipper down, gradually exposing my nakedness underneath. I paused just below my bust. “Oh no. I think the zipper’s stuck.”

Maxwell rubbed his hands together and stepped toward me. “Let me see.”

He ran his tongue over his lips as he closed the distance between us. His wonderfully soft hands cupped my neck and cheeks, and his eyes revealed ravishing desire as he guided me in for a kiss. Our lips met, and I melted into a wonderful world of pleasure.

When I parted my lips, our breaths entwined, and our tongues performed a delightful dance, tasting and probing with equal intensity.

I reached for his torso, seeking out all the exquisite muscles beneath the robe. His nipples were hard pebbles that I pinched between my fingers. Our kiss deepened as he found the zipper at my cleavage and rolled it down my body. As the dress eased apart, the tingles already coursing through me hit electric mode as I waited for the moment when he realized I was naked beneath.

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