Page 61 of Her Older Sheikh

My teeth sink back into my lower lip. "I really was just curious, Doctor."

"But why?" he persists in asking, albeit in the same gentle voice. "There must be a subconscious reason behind it."

"I...suppose?"

"If you close your eyes now..."

And my eyes do close, as soon as I hear him say the words.

"How do you imagine my hands would be?"

The answer is instantly clear.

"Big," I choke out. "Your hands are big."

"Big enough for what?"

My heart gallops away as I imagine my faceless Dr. Somebody reaching towards me, and his hands...

"They're big enough," I hear myself choke out, "to swallow my tits."

Oh God.

I can't believe I just said that.

"I see."

It's those two words again, but this time around they sound so blatantlylewd.

"Thank you for your honesty, Temptation."

Dr. Somebody's tone remains oh-so-professional, and that just makes everything feel oh-so-dirtier as well.

"And as for my hands..."

The change in his tone is subtle, but real-life Leah catches it all the same, and a blush steals over my cheeks.

"They're exactly what you imagine."

Oh, thank God—-

I mean...

Oh my God.

"They're big enough to swallow your tits...but we'll leave that for your next consultation, shall we?"

Seven

Adam's work next day began with back-to-back surgeries, followed by a spur-of-the-moment meeting with the hospital board.

"You're late," his cousin visibly relished telling him as soon as he came back to his clinic.

"Don't worry," Adam returned mockingly. "I have no intention of making a habit out of this. You have my word I'll be no threat to your reign as Stanhope Miami'sleastpunctual employee."

Joelle's jaw dropped.

The old Adam was back, which could only mean one thing.

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