Page 53 of What Makes an Alien a Dad?

“Everything is fine.” He swallowed hard and slipped the probe into Maya’s wet, tight, enticing hole...um, birth canal.

The short fur on his forehead slicked with sweat. His breathing was shallow, just like hers.

“It’s fine,” he repeated, even as no one asked him again. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.” He blinked, slightly angling the probe inside her.

She released a soft whimper, adjusting her hips. He snapped his eyes to hers, finding hers hooded and dark.

This wasn’t simply an exam for her, either.

The idea that Maya might be just as affected by him as he was by her made him feel light-headed.

What if she did make that video for him, after all?

His hand trembled, and he jerked the probe out of her, even as the machines had no time to collect the data on the current condition of the internal environment for the fetus to thrive. He’d have to calculate the necessary adjustments to her daily supplement requirement later.

The exam wasn’t done yet, but he was. He had to leave the room immediately lest he bury his face between her legs and stretch his tongue down her tempting birth canal all the way to tickle her cervix.

Fuck...

He had to get out.

The last thing he needed was for his team to witness his loss of self-control and for the word to spread that the world-renowned Professor Thormus was in fact a slimeball pervert who lusted after his patients.

He had a stellar reputation. Never in his entire career had he allowed himself so much as an improper thought toward any men or women he’d treated. And now, an entire barrage of nasty, dirty, outright filthy thoughts about things he’d love to do to this alluring human woman threatened to bury him alive.

“Finish without me,” he barked at Jazir, tossing the used probe onto a tray.

Spinning on his hoof, he stomped to the door.

“Professor, wait!” Maya scrambled from the table. “Please.”

She hurried out into the corridor after him.

“I’m so sorry,” the words rushed out of her. “That was highly inappropriate of me. I promise it will never happen again. I didn’t mean...”

What the fuck was she apologizing for?

She grabbed his sleeve, leaving him no choice but to stop and face her if he didn’t want to drag her along the corridor with him.

Her face flushed, she gazed at him with those dark eyes of hers. His heart ached, swelling with tenderness at her pained expression.

“You did nothing wrong, my fl—” He stopped himself, barely in time. “Maya.”

Her eyes bounced from him to the wall on his left, then on his right.

“I didn’t mean to moan. With your probe inside my...um...me. My body.” She wrung her hands in front of her.

A growl vibrated deep in his throat. His coverall grew dangerously tight around his hips, his cock demanding more space in the crotch.

She was regretting it. Even if she was affected by him, she didn’t want to be.

He scraped a hand down his face. “It wasn’t your fault.”

Maybe if he didn’t fantasize about fucking her during the exam, he wouldn’t have practically caressed her with that probe in the first place.

Her cheeks turned ruddy and probably dangerously hot.

“It must be the pregnancy hormones,” she muttered apologetically.

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