Page 5 of Taking Her Medicine

“My money’s on strep.” Washing the spatula quickly, he set it in the dish drain and dried his hands.

“What’s my prize?”

“You get to visit me at work. Strep equals antibiotics but you need a culture to verify.” He smiled, but I wasn’t happy with that news. “I’ll be in by four. The clinic is at 357 Main Street. Are you well enough to drive?”

“Yeah, I’m not dizzy, just tired and sore.” I bit down on my lip as I stared. He appeared extra handsome as he rubbed my shoulder. “Thanks for checking on me.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Goodbye…” I led him to the backdoor and locked it behind him.

My sexy friend had checked my temperature in the most embarrassing way possible and I had hinted at the whole procedure being part of a bigger fantasy. Why had I shared so much with him? I closed my eyes as a wave of embarrassment crashed over me.

I’d never be able to look him in the face again.

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Aaron

I stepped into the shower for the second time. After playing doctor with my sweet next-door neighbor, it was the best cure for my raging erection. I played the action in my head on repeat but changed the ending. I wasn’t a horndog when it came to actual medical procedures, but I’d wanted to touch her naughty bits for far longer than she probably realized. When she’d returned from her room with a rectal thermometer, it had been all I could do to force my professional side out. I stroked my cock as I imagined sliding my fingers into her pussy while I twirled the glass rod in her asshole, bringing her to her peak from the combination of sensations. In my fantasy, after I checked her temperature, which was normal, I spanked her wiggling cheeks until they pinkened under my hands. Once every inch of her round bottom glowed from my correction, I’d claim the tight ring of her ass with my cock.

I braced against the wall for support and came hard thinking about the way she’d sound screaming my name as I took her in her most private hole.

Fuck.

I drained the last of the hot water and twirled the knobs, shutting off the stream. I promised myself to create a better work–life balance and that path started with Zoelle.

Somehow, I’d convince her that I could fill all the roles she wanted and needed. I thought she was upset at me for trying to kiss her. I allowed myself to believe that it was whatever cocktails she’d been drinking instead of talking to her.

No matter. I’d make it up to her, and then we’d see if we could make a relationship work.

* * *

Zoelle

I arrived at the clinic somewhere after four as Dr. Sexy Scrubs demanded. I wasn’t looking forward to getting poked and prodded, not even by him, but I was tired of feeling sick and sick of feeling miserable.

Ugh.

A nurse ushered me into one of the exam rooms, checked my vitals quickly, and blew out of there as if she had better things to do. I leaned against the table, exhausted. I should have changed my clothes, but back at the house the mere thought of doing such a simple task drained my energy.

Two raps sounded on the door and my sexy neighbor entered.

“Hi, I’m Dr. York.” He closed the door behind him, engrossed in the chart in his hand. Aaron had changed into navy scrubs and they looked just as good as the other pair. I wondered how many sets of scrubs he owned and if they were all different colors. Aaron held out his hand to greet me and the gesture pulled me out of my silly thoughts.

“I can read your name tag.” I shook his hand as if we weren’t familiar.

“Zoelle.” His mouth quirked into a smile. “Did you take any medication after I left?”

“Nope.”

“You had a significant fever a few hours ago.” He reached over to the wall, pulled out a long probe, and stuck a cover on it. “This goes under your tongue.”

“How unfortunate.”

“I can find a different one if you’d like.”

He cocked an eyebrow and the gesture tempted me to find out if he was bluffing. I was almost certain red-cased thermometers weren’t readily available but on the off chance that he found one, I didn’t need to be probed again.

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