Page 92 of Stalked

“Go change behind the curtain. Everything off and wait for me with feet up, legs open.” He picks up a pen, tapping it against his desk.Tap, tap, tap. “Call me when you’re ready, and I’ll come around to do the Pap test I forgot the last time.”

Watching him enveloped by sheer dominance brings back flashbacks of our weekend together. To what we haven’t done yet. What we’veadjustedme for.

Asking for it outright will spoil the moment. Our game.

I have to choose another path.

We’re short on time, and I need to get into character, to fear my controlling gynecologist.

“Dr. Wentworth?” Unlike before, I don’t care to sound timid. This is my role in this.

“Yes, Ms. Bishop?”

Tap, tap, tap.

“I…” Lips twitching, hands wringing. I feel the tremors slowly building up inside me as I stare into deep, cavernous, all-consuming eyes. “I don’t need a Pap test today.”

“Oh?” His eyebrow hikes up. The rest of his features are set in stone. “What makes you think you know better than your physician?”

His glacial voice feeds into our joined fantasy. It has me pausing, blinking, opening, and closing my mouth.

Tap, tap, tap.

“Well?” His impatience sends thrill and trepidation straight to my heart. “Words.”

“I have a weird feeling I was hoping you could help me with.” Aware of the seconds flying by, I rush and explain, “Down there. In the other hole.”

Theo’s jaw flexes, and I swear I hear a low, threatening sound rumbling in his chest.

“I’m not a proctologist,” he quips, but there’s no mistaking the understanding dawning behind his eyes. “I’m afraid I can’t help you.”

“Please.”

A blend of needing to speed things up and listening to my instincts overtakes me. I get off the chair and lower to my knees, crawling to him, not caring I might scrape my jeans.

“You’re a good doctor.” I reach Theo’s seat.

He swivels to face me. His impressive girth stretches his charcoal-colored pants, and my eyes hone in on it. I’m terrified of the size of it, unable to imagine it going in backthere. My fear is short-lived when I remember it’s Theo. He’ll never harm me.

He’ll care for me through it. He can be fearsome and formidable, all the while making sure I end up begging for what he’s giving me.

My mouth waters, my chest constricting as I struggle to breathe.

“Talk.”

“I don’t trust other doctors to help me.” I bat my eyelashes innocently. “You’re so good at what you do. I’m sure you can help me, the only one who can find out why I feel this insane heat there. I trust you.”

“As you should.” His thundering gaze shifts to the side briefly, his flexed hand relaxing as he reaches to pat my hair. Then the mask is back on, the somber doctor’s mask sitting firmly in place. “All right. I’ll have a look at it, see what I can do for you.”

I lean back on my heels, prepping to stand up.

“No, Ms. Bishop.” Theo shakes his head. “Crawl over to the curtain too. It’ll help me start assessing what could be causing you this feeling of…heat. And no, you don’t have a choice on the matter. I don’t want to hear a single argument from you.”

The lump in my throat makes it hard to breathe. The dampness between my legs soaks through my panties as I do as he says, crawling on the floor of his exam room.

His weighted gaze follows me. Without having to look back, I know he’s drilling holes into me. I want to prolong this moment, the intensity of it.

Unfortunately, it’s impossible. We’re on a timeline.

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