Page 115 of Ten Mountain Men

“Let’s make sure everything else is in working order,” Lynx continues, his hands sliding up to my calf, then to my knee, each touch light and teasing.

By the time he caresses my thigh, his face is close to mine, his breath warm against my skin. “And how does this feel?” he asks, his voice a low murmur.

“Feels like you might be blurring the lines of the doctor/patient relationship,” I reply. “But…it also feels nice.”

“Good,” he says. “Are you experiencing any symptoms that concern you, Miss Locke?”

“Well, I have a fluttery feeling in my belly,” I say with the utmost seriousness.

“Butterflies. Not uncommon when in close proximity to someone you’re attracted to.” He nods.

“Um, and I seem to have a case of heaving bosoms,” I say, but I can’t keep a straight face.

He glances at my chest. “Well. That, we need to check out. Would you mind removing your shirt and your bra so I can take a look?” He clears his throat, but he can hardly keep a straight face either. “After an injury, it’s important not to take any symptom lightly.”

“I understand, Doc,” I say, pulling my shirt over my head and then reaching around to unclasp my bra.

My breasts are immediately supported by Lynx’s hands, cupping them with the gentlest of pressure. “They do seem to be heaving a bit,” he says with a solemn nod. He catches my erect nipples between his fingers. “And this—well, you could just be cold, or it might be a sign of arousal, which we definitely don’t want to let go untreated.”

I shake my head. “Definitely not. And I think your diagnosis may be spot-on there. In fact, Doctor, I’m very concerned I may be coming down with a case of nymphomania.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “That’s a serious condition. And there’s only one way for me to be sure.”

My heart thuds. “Oh?”

“Well, it’ll require you to remove the rest of your clothing so I can do a full vaginal exam. I don’t have stirrups here, obviously, but do you think you can spread your thighs wide for me?”

I nod. “I think so.”

My throat is bone dry, because apparently all the moisture in my body has pooled in my panties. Apparently I enjoy roleplaying. Who knew?

I lift my hips up off the bed so Lynx can pull down my pants and my underwear. He drops both to the floor and his gold-green eyes rove over my stark-naked body.

“Now, for the examination. Spread your thighs wider, please.”

I grant his request, a flush crawling up my chest as I expose myself to him.

“First, a digital exam,” he announces. His fingers part my folds, exposing my swollen, pink pussy to his gaze. I gulp audibly as I watch him study my entrance. His eyes are intense, burning hot with desire. First, he thumbs my clit then with excruciating slowness, then he slides a finger inside me, and my cunt clenches around it. He looks up at me, concern etched on his face.

“Extremely responsive and quite evidently wet,” he declares with a clinical nod that fails to mask his growing desire. “Symptoms of acute arousal, possibly chronic. I’m afraid it’s more serious than I thought.”

Well, yes, the way my clit is pulsing wildly certainly feels serious as hell.

“What do you suggest, Doctor?” I manage between ragged breaths, completely caught up in our game.

Lynx’s expression turns thoughtful, almost comically so, as if pondering over a particularly challenging diagnosis. Then he nods. “Emergency oral stimulation is crucial—cunnilingus therapy,” he prescribes without missing a beat. “As the only physician currently on shift, I’ll have to perform the procedure immediately.”

I want to keep playacting, but I have to break character for a minute. “Lynx,” I say. “No one’s ever…I’ve never had, um, cunnilingus therapy before. Also, I had sex with Clay earlier.”

He cocks his head. “Do you not want me to…perform the therapy?” he asks.

I shake my head, my curls bouncing all over the place. “No. I do. I definitely do. I want to keep, um, playing.”

“Okay, then. Because Dr. Lynx wants to make you feel good. As for the sex with Clay…we agreed to all share you. You don’t have to tell me everything you do with anybody else. You can if you want to. I’m not going to be upset, or jealous. But you don’t have to make any sorts of confessions to me, Goldie. Understood?”

I nod.

“Then, I believe your prognosis is excellent, as long as we get your treatment underway without further delay.”

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