Page 6 of Taking Her Medicine

“I was kidding.”

“I doubt it.” He winked.

I did as he asked, but tears began to fall down my cheeks from the awful anxiety pinching my stomach. The box on the wall beeped.

“Still lower than it was at your house, but higher than what is written on your chart.” He handed me a tissue. “What’s upsetting you?”

“I’m sorry.” I dabbed at my face. “I just want to go home.”

“I’m proud of you for being so brave. We’ll be done soon.” Aaron pressed a button on the probe and shot the cover into the trash. For some reason, the idea of doctors and nurses making a game of shooting the plastic sheaths into garbage cans made the tears stop and my fear ease. His calm bedside manner helped as well. “The nurse didn’t place it under your tongue at all, did she?”

“No. She placed it inside my mouth.”

“That explains the lower temp.” He ran his hands over my neck and throat like he had done earlier, then listened to my lungs and stomach with the stethoscope. “I’ll be sure to bring up to the nurse the importance of obtaining accurate vitals.”

Despite the pain and overall unease about being in a doctor’s office, the thought of him touching more intimate places caused arousal to burn through me, just as it had earlier. “Please don’t get another thermometer.”

“All right, but then you’ve got to check it before bed and text me the reading.”

“I don’t want to.”

Aaron shot me a look, no doubt the one he reserved for his difficult patients, and he fixed the stethoscope around his neck. “If you refuse, I’ll come over tonight and check it myself.” His mouth twitched.

I dug a pen out of my purse and popped the top. I wroterefusedin big bubble letters on the paper covering the table along with my initials. His gorgeous eyes were nearly sapphire, and I had a weird thought: Aaron enjoyed taking care of me even though it had involved a small glass rod and my naughtiest hole.

“Got it.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “Is anything else bothering you today?”

“I, um, haven’t had a physical in years.”

“My colleague Dr. Baldwin is amazing. She’s accepting new patients. I’ll get you her contact info before you leave.”

“I don’t know her. Will you be my doctor?”

“Doctors can’t date their patients, Zoelle.”

“We’re not dating.”

“Not yet.”

His growled words rendered me speechless, leaving me staring, mesmerized, at his chiseled cheekbones, the cute dimple in his chin. Aaron York, sexiest doctor alive, hinted at dating me for real. “So, a more thorough exam is out of the question?”

“I never said that.” Aaron leaned close to my ear, so close that I could feel his hot breath against my skin. “If I were to examine you, Zoelle, it would be far,faraway from here.”

Holy fuck.

I imagined him saying such things to me in the privacy of my own room while I played with my clit but to hear his growly, rumbling voice in person dampened my panties in an instant. I subtly shifted but was again at a loss for words. He was close enough to kiss me, not recommended if I was contagious, but the thought pinged around my brain. Could Aaron be into the kinkier side of BDSM to include… naughty medical play? My thoughts raced with the possibilities.

“Sometime soon?”

“Once you’re well—but that’s a discussion for a later time.” Aaron removed a long Q-tip, pointing it at me. “Open your mouth.”

“You’ve said that several times today, but not for anything fun.” I gave him the access he needed and he took a sample from the inside of my throat. His eyes shone mischievously probably from my tongue-in-cheek humor. I gagged, and he pulled the swab out, stuck it into a tube, and closed the top.

“I’m sorry that was uncomfortable. We should have an answer in about ten minutes.” He wrote something on the tube and pocketed it. “I’ll be back in a few.”

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After my third spin around the tiny exam space, I resigned myself to lying on the table. I envisioned Aaron’s nimble fingers undressing me, sliding my feet into two stirrups in order to touch all of my intimate places without restrictions. Fantasy Zoelle couldn’t stay still while he stroked my private spots, and he restrained me to guarantee my compliance. I pressed my thighs together as if I could quell the arousal burning through me, but it made no difference. Aaron turned me on even when I was sick.

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