Page 19 of Hello Dr. Christmas

“Do I have to choose?” I ask him. Before I realize what I’m doing, I have moved to sit on his lap, straddling him and facing him.

His hands are on my waist, and sliding up underneath the shirt of my Christmas pajamas to feel my skin. I lean forward to press my lips against his, and his hands drag my body closer, so that I can feel the heat of his swollen cock, pressing against me. I sigh against his mouth, and begin to pull off his shirt.

“Hey, Cousin,” Sven says, walking into the room. “I was just wondering if—”

We both turn to look at the door with surprise, and Sven freezes.

“Uh,” he says lightly, his eyes wide with confusion. “Sorry to interrupt! I’ll come back later.”

He leaves and shuts the door, and Klaus and I burst out laughing.

“Now I know why he asked me to come here,” Klaus says with a grin. “I think we’ve been set up.”

“But I guess they didn’t expect us to set ourselves up, at the bar.”

Klaus suddenly frowns. “Clara, are you sure you’ll be comfortable with me being your surgeon? Do you think we should try to refrain from being intimate, at least until after your surgery is performed, so we can keep things more professional and clearheaded?”

“Oh,” I say softly, sliding my hands over his shoulders. “I don’t know. I really like you.”

“I like you, too,” he says. With a deep sigh, he picks me up by the waist and places me back on my bed. He gets up and backs away slightly, adjusting his clothing and clearing his throat. “Maybe we should take a minute to think about this. Send me those images, and I’m going to go and see what Sven wanted.”

When he leaves, I sit there staring at the door in confusion.

But the door opens a second later, and Klaus reaches into a different pocket (not the one with his business cards) and pulls out a familiar pair of red lace panties. “I, uh, forgot to return these to you,” he explains, with a slight blush, as he tosses the panties at me.

I catch them and look at them with surprise. Then I smile. “Thank you, Doctor Andersson,” I say teasingly. “How very professional of you.”

“Uh, you’re welcome,” he says, with a polite nod, and awkward salute, as he turns to leave.

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