Page 13 of Taking Her Medicine

“I appreciate it, but it’s not a thing I can do.”

“You’ll get a reward.”

I stared up at him, wanting to know what sort of reward. Would it involve sexy things or something else? “What kind of reward, D—?” I almost called him Daddy, and clamped down on my lip.

“Be a good girl. Make your appointment.”

“Um. Okay.” He handled the problem with ease just like he did everything else. But it showed me something, too. He would have brought me even as a friend if I had asked him. “Are you serious about the two of us?”

“Of course, but I wasn’t going to ask you out while you were burning up with a fever.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t realize you needed something formal.”

“I’m nervous standing here in front of you.”

Aaron dragged one of the kitchen chairs out from the table and sat, pulling me onto his lap. “Now you’re no longer standing.”

“I like you.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Aaron—”

His hot mouth on mine silenced me. He kissed me softly, then harder, his hands moving to cup my face, his tongue finding mine. I kissed him back, made out with him, tasting his lips, enjoying his touches for far longer than I remembered doing with anyone else. I broke away first, but he captured my mouth, not allowing me to stop.

One of his hands reached around to the back of my head, and he slid his fingers along my scalp underneath my ponytail. He tugged it, rougher than I expected, and I bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Sorry.” I shrank back from him, mortified.

“No, don’t be.” He untangled his fingers from my ponytail. “I’m not into pain though in case that gave you any ideas.”

“Do you like to cause it?”

“Are you asking me if I’m a sadist?” A muscle in his jaw twitched. “A doctor who likes causing pain?”

“No, not exactly.” I toyed with a lock of his hair, twisting it around my finger. “You being a doctor just means you know exactly how much pain you can inflict without actually causing damage.”

“Careful, kitten. We haven’t talked about some of the darker fetishes in my wheelhouse. I don’t want to scare you.”

“Oooh, if you call me kitten do I get to lick up your cream?”

“Naughty little thing.” The blue pools of his eyes blazed with desire, and I shivered. “Get up.”

“We just sat down.”

“Up.”

I did my best to keep my expression neutral but the corners of my lips twitched as I slid off his lap. He got to his feet and hauled me up, draping me over his shoulder.

“Aaron!”

“How long is your lunch break?”

“Put me down.”

“Oh, I’m going to, kitten, but it’s a matter of where.” Three hard slaps stung my ass. “Answer me.”

“I set my own hours, Dr. Sexy Scrubs.”

“Better for me.” He changed his path, strode through the hallway, and flipped me onto his bed. I giggled as I laid there, looking up at him. “You won’t be laughing in a minute.”

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