Page 75 of Dr. Intern

Our exercise was a major turning point in terms of her ability to verbalize what she’s interested in sexually. The videos allowed us to casually talk through what she might like, plus it gave me the chance to watch how she reacted to each scenario. The way her body language shifted during certain scenes was fascinating, especially considering she’d never watched porn before.

But that’s the thing about Claire—she’s the most naturally curious person I’ve ever met. Once you introduce her to something, she wants to know every little detail. I love that she’s finally letting down that barrier of who she thinks she should be, and embracing who she is at her core—a wild, vivacious woman with a joy for life.

When I slipped out of bed this morning, I left a soft kiss on her forehead before I got dressed for work. I’m on call for the next day and a half, but that doesn’t mean I don’t plan to toy with her—literally.

On my way out the door, I wrote her a note and left it next to a “Busy watching reality TV” mug that said:

You’ll be busy doing something else once you open the package being delivered today.

I just wish that I could be there to witness her expression when she opens the box. She voiced last night that she was interested in toys, so I figured that a vibrator was a great place to start, especially since this one had free same-day delivery.

By the time I have a chance to sit down and pull out my phone, it’s practically eight in the evening. On days like this, when my mind is elsewhere, my workload always ends up being the busiest. All I’ve been able to think about today has been Claire, but the cases just keep rolling in, pulling my attention away from the only thing I want to fantasize about—her.

I can’t help the ridiculous grin that washes over my face when I open the messages she sent me. The first one is a picture of Frosty curled up inside my tennis shoe by the front door. He’s got his chin resting on the back, and he looks incredibly serene even though I know those shoes smell like rotted flesh.

The next text came a few hours later. It’s a picture of an opened box on the kitchen counter.

Nothing could keep me from the Vanderpump Rules reunion tonight, but I admire your effort.

I quickly type a response.

Nothing? Not even a bribe?

She replies immediately, and for some reason, that makes my grin grow even bigger.

What kind of bribe are we talking about here?

Hmmm . . . I have to think for a second. I want something that’ll incentivize her to use the vibrator, but I don’t want to take things too far.

If you use your new toy tonight to make yourself come, I’ll show you how much better it feels to come on my face.

Three little dots appear immediately, then disappear without a response. Like she isn’t exactly sure what to say.

A second later, a text bounces back.

How do you know you’ll be better? That thing is powerful.

She’s such a tease, and she doesn’t even know it.

Because, unlike that vibrator, I’m going to lick you, suck you, and fuck you with my tongue until you’re begging for release. When I finally get a taste of your perfect pussy, I plan on taking my sweet time.

This time she replies instantly.

That’s an awful lot of confidence for someone who has barely touched me since we moved in together.

I know she’s desperate for more, and truthfully so am I. My resolve to go slow is cracking at the seams, but I don’t want her to know that.

You know what they say—competence breeds confidence.

She responds with an eye roll emoji, and I can just picture her face right now—flustered from our texts, but interested in more. Which is why I can’t help myself.

Send me a picture.

My phone pings.

Of what?

Just as I’m typing my response, my pager goes off and informs me that I have a consult in the ER. I’m the only ortho intern on call tonight, so the chances that I get more than an hour or two of sleep are slim. All I want is something to take the edge off. Something to get me through this day from hell. Plus, I’m curious how flustered she really is, and how far she’ll go.

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