Page 33 of What if It's Us

Ledger grabs a pillow off the bed and helps position it under my hips when I lie back on the mattress. He calmly climbs onto the bed resting on his knees between my legs.

“Comfortable?” he asks, his hand wrapped around my ankle.

He’s a doctor.

Pretend he’s a doctor, Marlee.

He’s just your run of the mill super-hot, hockey playing doctor.

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” He reaches over and grabs his cup of semen along with the syringe and the folded instructions. Unfolding the paper, he lays it on the bed next to him and quickly reads through what to do. I watch as he removes the lid from the cup and dips the syringe inside, pulling his semen into the tube. When he turns back to me, he rests his hand on my knee and brings his eyes to mine. He gently pushes the hem of my dress up my thigh and oh, my God, his touch on my skin is searing. My heartrate quickens and a spark of warmth floods my core. And now I wish we were doing this the old-fashioned way because even though I didn’t want any of this to be sexual, Ledger Dayne just touched my thigh and my body is reeling.

“You ready?”

I nod. “Is this where I should lift my legs?”

Without answering, Ledger raises my left leg and rests it on his broad bare shoulder. He does the same with my right leg and then says, “Use me. I’ll be your leg rest.”

Ledger’s legs as my stirrups?

I can’t believe I’m doing this.

His broad body settles between my legs, the muscles in his upper arms and chest moving fluidly as he holds the weight of my legs and prepares to inseminate me. He moistens his lips with a quick slide of his tongue and I’m not going to lie, the mere thought of him moistening his lips for another reason floats through my mind.

How could it not?

It’s been a hot minute since a man has situated himself between my legs.

Stop it Marlee.

This isn’t sexual.

No sex going on here.

This is how you wanted it.

“Alright, I’m going touch you now, is that okay?”

“Yeah,” I spit out quickly, appreciating a man who asks permission.

There’s no trailing of his fingers up my leg or down my abdomen. There’s no type of foreplay going on here. I watch Ledger’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows and then I feel his warm fingers separate my folds.

I feel the incredible urge to squeeze my eyes closed because I know he can see how wet I am. How could I not be? He’s a ridiculously attractive man and my legs are spread open in front of him. He swallows again and licks his lips and oh, my God!

He. Licked. His. Lips!

“Alright, here comes a little bit of lube,” he explains just before he rubs his finger through my center.

I gasp ever so slightly at the warmth and softness of his touch and definitely notice when his cheeks redden.

His eyes flit to mine. “You okay? Am I hurting you?”

Hell no.

“I’m good,” I reassure him as I bite the corner of my lip trying to keep my body under control.

God his fingers feel good.

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