Page 136 of Entangled

He pulls off his stethoscope, his eyes gleaming as he looks over my body lying bare for him. “I’m going to check your heart rate. Lie still for me.”

Placing the buds in his ears, he takes the metal chest piece and rests it against my chest. I gasp at the sudden burst of cold against my heated skin, and he gives me a disapproving frown.

“Please, Miss Anderson. If you’re not going to cooperate...”

“No,” I say quickly, shakily. “I’ll be good. I’m sorry. I’ll stay still.”

The frown melts away. “Ah, I knew you would be a good patient for me. So cooperative.”

He pauses for a moment, cocking his head as he listens to my heart, asItry to work out why his words flood my skin with fiery heat.

Then Doctor Bennett raises a brow at me and murmurs, “My, my. Your heart isracing, Miss Anderson.”

That is... unsurprising.

I blush, trying not to dislodge his stethoscope with my rapid breaths.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he questions innocently. “Give me a color.”

A color? Is this his traffic lights? I wish I could clamp my legs together to control how wet I’m getting. Instead, I can only briefly press my eyes closed as I feel moisture spill from my pussy, dripping down into the crease of my ass.

“No, Doctor Bennett,” I murmur huskily. “I’m green, thank you.”

“Very good.”

He moves the stethoscope a few times, until my skin ripples from gooseflesh and the cool metal finally starts to warm. Then he leans over and pulls out several devices, unwrapping them from their new packages. I pay no attention to those, too caught watching the flex and arch of his golden arms and abdominals as he hovers over me.

Doctor Bennett places one knee on the bed, bending close to my face. “Let me check your eyes.”

He removes my glasses, then holds my lids open as he flashes a bright light into each eye, dazzling me.

“Pupils are dilated,” he murmurs to the recording. He puts my glasses back on carefully as I blink owlishly, disoriented. His hand takes my cheeks, puckering my mouth, and it’s just this side of painful. “Temperature now. In your mouth. Under your tongue, that’s right.”

Doctor Bennett inserts a thermometer into my mouth, and I close my lips around it. He pulls the thermometer free and looks at the reading impassively.

“Temperature is elevated.” My doctor’s eyes are too bright as he tsks. “Well, now. That’s not good at all.” His fingers brush over my lips. “Open your mouth again. Wider. I saidwider, Miss Anderson.”

I stretch my mouth open as wide as it will go, my jaw straining, and he shakes his head. With two gloved fingers, he rubs my tongue, pressing down on it until it flattens. The medical smell of them floods my nose, and at first the latex tastes rubbery and dry, but it quickly slicks up.

Doctor Bennett shines a light into my mouth, bending down to get a better look, then his fingers work over my tongue, deeper into my throat.

I whimper, then gag around his dispassionate fingers, helpless as he pushes himself into me. More moisture slips from my pussy, trailing down until it kisses wetly into my clenching rosebud, then drips onto the floor.

It’s... obscene.

“Remain still,” my doctor chides. “I need to assess your throat.”

His fingers slide back for a moment as I catch a breath, then he rubs them back in, deeper than before, until my throat closes around them and I gag again, and again, choking on him. My saliva covers his glove, and he lets out a small grunt before wrenching his fingers back out.

I gasp for air, squirming on the bed, my pussy clenching, my nipples hard and needy for attention.

“Doctor Bennett,” I manage shakily. “Please.”

His eyes sweep over me again, and my doctor can’t hide the pleased satisfaction in the set of his mouth, even as he gives me a serious look.

“It’s worse than I expected, I’m afraid. Rapid heartbeat, elevated temperature, dilated pupils, tight, hot throat. I’m going to need to perform an internal inspection, Miss Anderson.” He pauses, then murmurs, “It can be quite... invasive.”

“I-invasive?”

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