Page 8 of Desperate Desires

I swallowed them down, hissing and grunting in a decidedly unmanly show of pain.

But she was a doctor, and I was only human.

“You must be very strong, Ono,” she said, nodding at me with something akin to approval shining in her eyes.

“Can’t have you think bad of me, Doc.”

“Ha. Alright, come on, Tough Guy. Let’s get you to bed.”

I knew she didn’t mean it like I wanted her to mean it, but my body stirred at her huskily whispered words.

She cleared her throat, those dark eyes traveling down my body, and I realized she’d gotten most of my clothes off and I was half naked, sprawled out on her floor.

“I, um, had to assess the damage,” she whispered, and looked embarrassed.

“It’s alright, Doc. You do what you have to,” I said, grunting as she helped me to stand.

She was wearing panties and a tank top covered in my blood, and I was standing there in nothing but my boxer briefs, half dead, but I swear to fucking God, I’d never been harder in my life.

“Here, just lean on me and we’ll walk together to the bedroom,” she said, in her best clinical voice.

I nodded, laying my arm on her shoulder and leaning heavily on her much smaller body. I wished we were going to her bedroom for a different reason.

Dizziness washed over me, a punishment for my dirty thoughts, maybe. The woman had just saved my life. I shouldn’t be thinking about her perky tits or lush ass.

At least, not until I could do something about them. I was in no shape for the kind of physical activities thinking about Michelle’s body would lead to.

I needed to heal, to recover, then I’d revisit my prior plans to stay away from the good doctor. Every step was carefully measured, but I stumbled and wondered what the hell she’d given me for the pain.

It was a blow to my ego, having her see me like that. But luckily, I didn’t have far to go. The bedroom was only a few feet away.

Her apartment was too fucking small, I thought with a frown.

“Thanks, Doc,” I murmured as she helped me to lie down.

“No problem. Look, I know this is a stupid question since I already operated on you on my floor, but should I call someone? The police? An ambulance?”

She looked worried but not scared, and I figured she was somewhat acquainted with lifestyles such as mine.

“No calls. No cops. No ambos. You did good, Doc.”

“Okay, and, um, thanks, I guess?” she said, but it sounded like a question.

“I’ll take care of it all in the morning. Believe me?”

“Um, yeah. I mean, yes. I do.”

“Good,” I growled.

Unable to help myself, I pulled her arm until she bent down, her pretty face hovering just over mine.

“Is something wrong?” she whispered.

“Yeah. I haven’t kissed you yet,” I said, noting her surprise before I pulled her the rest of the way and pressed my mouth to hers.

Impossibly soft lips brushed mine and the rightness of it filled my blood, making me want more than a man like me had any right to.

Unfortunately, whatever drugs she gave me started to kick in and sooner than I would have liked, I slipped into unconsciousness with the taste of Michelle on my lips.

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