Page 68 of Deeply Examined

I get a kiss for that, long and lingering.

“Come on.” Jessica links her arm in mine. “I need to return the keys for the supply closet to the nurse’s office. I promised Chelsea I’d put them back when we were done.”

I follow her down corridors I remember all too well. Many times, bruised and bleeding, I walked this same path after being pummeled by school bullies. The nurse’s station is just as I last saw it. Two beds, each with a hanging curtain you can pull around for privacy. The drawer where Jessica replaces the keys is the lowest in the desk, which means she has to bend over to reach it. This puts her very fine ass on display. She’s wearing leggings, and I can see the outline of her thong. My dick is still awake from earlier. The sight before me makes it even more eager. I move closer so when she stands up and turns I’m right there.

“Oh!” she says, startled. One look at my face, and she knows exactly what’s on my mind. She’s gotten very good at reading me. I used to think I’d hate to be so transparent, but I find I love it. Love how we can communicate with just a single glance.

Jessica smirks, a sly look in her eyes. She steps into me, rises up, and circles my neck with her arms. When she feels my erection against her stomach, her grin widens. In a low, alluring purr, she says, “Why hello, Dr. West. How lovely to see you here.”

Fuck.

She knowsexactlyhow to turn me on. I bring my mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. As our lips collide, the air around us shifts. It becomes charged and electric. My palm slides down to grip the ass that started this whole thing. I dig my fingers into it and press her against my length. Jessica moans as I plunder her mouth with my tongue, wishing it was her pussy I was tasting. We’re both panting by the time we break apart.

Without letting go of me, Jessica leans back and surveys the room. I can see the idea form in her pretty head. “You know,” she begins, “this isn’t exactly like your special exam room, but I see a lot of the same equipment…”

I cock my head to the side with an indulgent smile, sure she’s not bold enough to finish that thought.

“We could do it here. In the nurse’s office.”

Damn.

She’s always surprising me.

Jessica walks over to a set of shelves. Her back blocks my vision so I can’t see what she grabs until she turns around and holds them up. They’re tourniquets, the yellow rubber bands that you use to draw blood, the kind I used to bind her to the exam table the first time I fucked her in my secret lair.

“These look awfully familiar,” she teases with an impish grin. “Maybe it’s my turn to tieyouup for a change. You did just say how you like it when I take control…” The corners of her delectable mouth rise higher as she lets that sentence dangle between us.

I pause, internally battling with myself. Many times in my past I had no control. The thought of willingly putting myself back in that position sends panic skittering along my nerves, but is it really fair to refuse? I’ve taken that same control from Jessica many, many times now. I’ve bound her, blindfolded her, pushed her out of her comfort zone, and she’s gone along with everything.

If she can be that brave, maybe I can too?

I shake out my shoulders and soak in the mirth that dances in Jessica’s expression. I force myself to smile. “Okay, let’s do it.”

A few more kisses, and we’re both breathless as we undress while stumbling to one of the beds. There’s the thump of our shoes coming off, the metal clink of my belt as I unbuckle it, the whisper of fabric on skin when I pull her shirt high over her head, kissing each inch as it’s exposed. Soft sighs and warm hands tangle together. At the last minute, I reach out and pull the curtain closed, casting us in shadow.

“This is so naughty,” Jessica snickers. “I can’t believe we’re doing this at school.”

I climb on the bed, which is really a stretcher much like the ones we have at the hospital, and lay on my back, shivering as the cool plastic contacts my bare skin. “There should be a handle in the back of this that sits it up. In that position, there’s an opening where you can tie the torniquets,” I tell Jessica, fully understanding that I’m signing my death certificate.

“Okay.” Her golden ponytail bobs as she bends over and adjusts the bed. With her hair up like this, it’s hard to find any difference between the girl who once ruled my wet dreams and the woman I’ve fallen in love with. The truth is that I was obsessed with her then and I’m obsessed with her now, but it’s more than that. I trust her, and that’s why I don’t resist when she ties my hands above my head with efficient, tight knots.

I raise my eyebrows, equal parts surprised and impressed by her handiwork.

She lifts her chin, smug as she says, “I’ve watched how you do these knots. I’m a quick learner.”

“I can see that.” I don’t bother to hide the pride in my voice.

Jessica dramatically tosses her hair, preening, and I laugh.

I’m naked, tied up, in a place I swore I’d never come back to, and she’s making me laugh.

Fuck. I’m so gone for this woman.

Once I’ve stopped chuckling, I challenge, “Okay, funny girl. You’ve got me where you want me. Now what?”

She steps back and chews her plump bottom lip as she thinks. “Hmm. Oh! Wait! I’ve got it.” I get a nice glimpse of her naked backside as she ducks past the curtain. There’s the banging and clattering of drawers opening and closing and then she’s back, holding a thermometer. The old-fashioned kind, long and made of glass with a sliver of mercury gleaming inside. It’s a relic, something left over from past generations.

A nervous buzz runs through me. “I don’t think I have a fever…”

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