Page 29 of Taking Her Medicine

“Hey.” Aaron poked his head into the hallway. “Can you come here a minute?”

“I’d really like to go home now.” I sucked in a breath and let it out. “Can it wait until tomorrow?”

“No, it’s important.”

“Be right there.” I shuffled to his office like a petulant child about to get assigned chores. “What’s up?”

“You’re going to give me the flu shot.”

“I’m not evenslightlymedically inclined, Aaron.”

“I trust you.”

I glanced down at his desk and saw not one, but two syringes. “I don’t need one since the antibiotic gave me super immune powers.”

He rolled the sleeve of his scrub top, exposing the thick muscle of his upper arm, and swiped an alcohol pad across it. “You already had a bad case of strep, and the flu season isn’t over. You should get it.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Give me a good reason.” He handed me a pair of purple gloves and I put them on.

I hated physically going to the doctor and avoided the flu shot the past few years altogether. “It’s my body and I get to decide what goes into it.”

“You trust me enough to set rules for you, structure parts of your day, and frequently allow me to decide what goes into your body. Is this any different?”

“No.”

“Then it’s settled.” He tapped the side of the syringe and uncapped it, pushing the plunger to release air. The sight tumbled something in my belly, and I wondered what it would be like for him to give me an injection after he’d strapped me down to a table.

“You’re sucking on your lip, kitten.”

I did it subconsciously when aroused, and whenever Aaron came near me it happened. “I’ve never watched anyone prep a needle. It’s sort of hot. Is there a shot you could give someone without it containing actual medication?”

“Saline, but it burns like a bitch if you inject it into a muscle.”

“Like a good burn?”

Aaron swallowed and adjusted his stance. I’d bet if I ran my fingers over his crotch that his dick would be hard from my question. “Under the right circumstances. Does that interest you?”

“Yes, a whole lot more than I thought it would.”

“I’m mentally adding supplies to my toybox.” Aaron handed the syringe to me. “Pinch the skin of my arm between your fingers on your non-dominant hand. Hold the syringe like a dart and jab it at a ninety-degree angle. Once it’s in, push the plunger slowly until all of the medication has been injected.”

“You have way more confidence in my skills than I do.” I took hold of his arm like he instructed and jabbed him. I winced as I did it but I administered the medication quickly and disposed of the needle in the sharps container. I peeled open a Band-Aid, one with cute dinosaurs on it and stuck it on top of the poke.

“You’re so sweet, Zoelle. It didn’t hurt.”

“Still a terrible idea.” I licked along my lip and sucked it between my teeth. He uncapped the second syringe and tapped the slim plastic tube, squeezing a drop of liquid out of the top. Something about the look on his face made it even hotter. The determination? Precision?

How would it feel for him to plunge a needle into my skin during a naughty scene?

“We don’t want any air bubbles.” Aaron motioned for my arm and I rolled up my sleeve. He swiped the alcohol pad, pinched my arm, and jabbed the needle home.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” It felt like a large mosquito bite, not anywhere as painful as the shot in my ass had been.

“You’re welcome. How was the rest of your day, sweetheart?”

“Pretty awful if I’m being honest. Leeann was so rude to me all day long. She made a nasty comment about my weight, and just overall seems to have a problem with me.” My lower lip trembled and it pissed me off. No one had the right to mention my body, let alone someone who had no say in my life and whose opinion didn’t matter. Still, it reopened old wounds that I thought had healed.

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