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"Um..."

Adam could imagine her biting her lip, and fuck if this didn't make him want to bite it as well.

"I think it began...when I was toldyouwould be my doctor."

Adam nearly choked. "Is that so?" He hadn't expected her to tease him like that, and his need for her now was just about to drive him out of his fucking mind. "Are you certain there isn't any other possible trigger?"

"Yes, Doctor."

It was like she was fucking whispering straight into his ear right now, and the sound had his balls aching with desire.

"I'm positive there isn't any other trigger."

"If that's so..." Adam could no longer keep his own voice from thickening with lust. "There's only one thing left for you to do."

"W-What is it?"

"You'll need to conduct a self-examination...by following my instructions to the letter."

Eight

Ican't believe I'm doing this.

The words echo endlessly in my brain even as I disrobe in front of the full-length mirror, just as Dr. Somebody ordered.

My pajama top falls first, followed by its matching bottom. My fingers tremble as I unhook my bra, and all that's left now are my panties, which I slowly wriggle out of.

Oh God.

I lift my gaze to my reflection.

Naked.

I'm really naked.

"Are you done, Temptation?"

I have a feeling he isn't really asking me a question. It's like he knows. Like he's completely attuned to my every heartbeat, and so he knows the exact moment my pulse leaps in a mixture of terror and excitement...as I stare at my bare flesh under a solitary beam of incandescent lighting.

It's almost as if I'm on stage and under the spotlight. Almost like I'm about to perform or something. Then again, that's kinda what I've signed up to do. If Dr. Somebody says 'jump', my role as Temptation means all I can ask in return is 'how high'.

The thought should've made me shrink or run away, but my nipples are all pointed instead while my thighs are visibly trembling. I'm aching all over, but more importantly than everything else—-

I'm distracted.

I'm just so distracted that my cancer-free sister having a lovely time under the Greek sun is the last thing in my mind, and it's this that makes me whisper, "Yes, Doctor. I'm naked now."

"Excellent."

His tone is actuallyclinical,and I'm torn between laughing nervously and whimpering.

"Now...please train your gaze on your vulva."

My...vulva?

"I'm talking about your pussy, Temptation."

Oh.

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