Page 52 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

My awareness rushed to the spot where the professor’s hand rested on my bare knee. Heat from his touch seeped to my skin through his glove.

He tapped the inside of my knee with his thumb, twice. “Open for me, Maya.”

I gasped at the rasp in his voice. A rush of tingling pleasure swirled low in my belly. He shot his gaze to my face, finally, as if catching himself feeling the same.

It wasn’t right for either of us to feel anything at all in this situation.

Only why did it feel so right to stare into his eyes, then?

He looked like he knew and understood everything.

He also looked like he was about to drop the probe he was holding and bolt out of the room.

“Professor?”

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KEAR

There she was, spread out for him...to examine. Not to ogle. Not to fantasize about last night’s video. And definitely not to touch the way he wished to touch her.

Her gaze moved to his hand on her knee where he found his thumb tracing circles over her skin.

“Professor?” she asked again, tentatively.

Was he scaring her now? Staring at her like a mindless dummy?

His mind certainly seemed to have deserted him.

Focus, Kear.

He dragged his eyes away from her face, over the mound of her belly, then down to her core.

She wasn’t wearing any panties; she never did for the exam. Only it didn’t feel like any other of the hundreds of examinations he’d performed on her before.

It felt like he saw her, really saw all of her, for the first time ever. His nostrils flared and his mouth watered. He wished he could bury his face between her thighs to revel in her scent and taste.

“Is anything wrong, Professor?” Jazir asked quietly for only him to hear.

Maya looked alarmed. Her dark eyes were open wide, her pupils dilated. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths. She bit on her bottom lip, staring at him intently.

Only was it really alarm she was feeling?

The look of her brought back the images from the video to his mind. She looked flushed. Tense... Just like she did last night.

Was she aroused?

He groaned inwardly. How was he supposed to do his job now?

Focus, Kear.

He gripped her knee, getting a better hold on the probe in his other hand. Then forced his eyes down to her slick, warm, glistening puss—

No. He couldn’t fucking allow himself to think that way.

He drew in a long breath, shaking his head, then looked down again at his subject’s reproductive organ.

He was a fucking professional. A renowned scientist. A doctor who’d treated hundreds of women in his career. He’d seen enough female genitals to calm the fuck down and not turn into a horny sweating kid at the sight of one.

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