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‘I’d be ever so grateful if you could, Doctor. I can pay you.’

‘We’ll talk about payment after,’ he says, dragging his gaze from my chest as he steps into the space between my legs I created when I spread them.

‘Yes. Thank you, Doctor.’ His eyes trek a path down my inner thighs now, and I swear it smoulders in their wake.

‘Do you have a fever down there?’ he asks in such a clinically detached way I’m glad I’m already horizontal. His gaze stops when it reaches the juncture of my thighs, and he takes his time examining it.

My breathing is thick as soup in my lungs. ‘It’s very hot down there.’

He nods. ‘I’m going to have to take your temperature.’

‘But… you don’t have your thermometer with you.’

He raises his gaze to mine and smiles. Clinically, cynically, like the doctor he’s pretending to be, not laid back like my Danny. ‘Did you know, Miss Vincent, that the male penis is the most accurate thermometer in the world?’

My thighs tremble. ‘No… I didn’t, Doctor.’

‘Oh yes.’ He rips his zip down. It’s loud in the silence of the long-deserted ward eleven. My breath hitches. ‘Just hold still now, okay? Let’s find out just how hot you are.’

I catch only a glimpse of his straining cock before he slowly inserts it inside of me. He doesn’t put on a condom. We both went through testing months ago.

His eyes shut briefly, and so do mine. My hand falls from the stethoscope, and I bite back a moan as his girth splits me right up the middle, and he settles himself to the hilt. We’ve done this hundreds of times this last year, and I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this moment as his eyes, a hot tub of desire, flick open and capture mine.

It takes my breath away every time.

‘Oh yesss.’ His voice is a low hiss. ‘You’re very hot. You definitely have a fever.’

I pant, shift against the mattress, and bite my lip to stop from crying out. ‘Is that bad, Doctor?’

‘It can be.’

I crinkle my brow in concern. ‘Is there a cure?’

‘Yes.’ He does that clinical nod again, like his dick isn’t still sitting hard and high inside me being used as a human thermometer. ‘There are a couple of options, Miss Vincent.’

‘Which one would you recommend, Doctor?’

‘The internal application of male semen is the one I usually suggest.’

I suck in a breath, loving how Danny is getting into this. It’s beyond my wildest imaginings. When I messaged him, I just needed to see him, needed to feel him inside me, a quick fuck somewhere quiet because he’s been away and it’s been such a torment for my body that I just can’t seem to get enough of him.

But this… this is freaking epic.

‘Okay.’ I toy with the stethoscope again, my heart just about leaping out of my chest I’m so freaking turned on. ‘Would you be willing to supply that for me?’

‘Of course.’ He gives me a stern look, as if I’m questioning his Hippocratic Oath. ‘I am duty bound to provide for my patients.’

‘I’ll pay whatever.’

‘That’s not important for now. What’s critically important is that you must lie very still. You mustn’t move or shift orcry out, even if, during the process, you climax. It’s better for the treatment if you do, but for the most effective outcome, the semen must have a passive entry into your body. Do you understand, Miss Vincent?’

Oh fuck… I love him and I hate him all at once. I’m probably going to have the most intense orgasm of my life, and he wants me to totally internalise it.

If he thinks I won’t get my revenge for this, he’s wrong.

‘Well?’ His voice might be low, but it cracks like a whip, and my internal muscles clamp around him hard.

‘Yes, Doctor.’