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I went to the sink, pumped some soap onto my hands and washed them as I looked over my shoulder to him. “Oh?”
“I’m the one who usually says that.”
“Are you a doctor?”
He laughed at that. “No. I’m a guy who likes to take charge.” He cocked his head to the side, studied me, pierced me with that dark gaze. “But I kind of like the idea of you being in control.”
I blinked, snapping out of it, and grabbed a paper towel, watched as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. The corner of his mouth tipped up, no doubt finding humor in how flustered he made me. I didn’t feel in charge at all.
“All right then, pants and underwear down, please.”
“I’m not wearing underwear,” he countered.
I paused mid-dry, processing that, even looked to his crotch and knew whatever was hiding beneath the denim was right there.
I cleared my throat and tried to keep my thoughts professional, although I was very interested in seeing what he had beneath. And that ass, wow. I would lose my medical license if anyone knew my thoughts. “Just jeans down then. I’ll make this quick.”
“With you?” He looked me over again. “Yeah, it’ll be too fucking quick. The first time.”
The first time. He wasn’t talking about me screening his prostate.
His hands went to the buckle of his belt, and I stared, watched as he undid it, tugged at the button, then slid down the zipper. It was as if it were in slow motion, his rugged hands pushing his jeans down his hips, and he sprang free…
> Holy shit.
I’d seen a penis before. I was a doctor. I’d even seen an aroused one, but none had made my panties go damp and my mouth dry like this one. It was hard, long, thick. And hard. Very hard. It aimed toward me from a base of dark curls. It was a dark ruddy red with a broad crown, a little slit at the top.
“My name’s Mac, by the way,” he said, his deep voice breaking through my… staring. “I figure we should know each other’s names before things get any more personal.”
My gaze snapped to his, saw his grin. He wasn’t the slightest bit embarrassed. Then again, he had nothing to be embarrassed about. I had to wonder how he walked with that thing between his legs. My inner walls clenched and I wondered what it would feel like to be filled with that monster.
I wanted to reach out and touch it, to see if the taut skin was as smooth as I suspected, if it was hot beneath my fingers. If I stroked it, would he come?
“Mac,” I repeated, returning to the ogling.
This guy was wicked. A total bad boy. He had no qualms about showing off his manhood, his blatant interest in me. I could jump him and take him for a ride. He was definitely offering.
“My eyes are up here,” he said.
“Oh shit,” I whispered, spinning on my heel to give him—and his penis—my back. There was no other way not to look. I grabbed gloves from the box on the wall, putting them on, trying to hide how awkward he made me feel. And hot.
What doctor said oh shit in front of a patient?
“You’ve got my pants down. Since you’re in charge—this time—what exactly are you going to do with me?” he asked. “Whatever fun we’re going to have, you look like you’ll be gentle, but don’t worry, I like it a little rough.”
Holy shit. Okay, this wasn’t going as I expected. Focus. FOCUS. Prostate exam. God, I wondered if his ass was as glorious as his—
“Doc?”
I cleared my throat. “I’m going to check your prostate. Your chart says you’ve had it screened before. Don’t worry, I have small fingers.” I wiggled them so he could see. “Men say they like me better than Dr. Neerah.”
He raised his hands in front of him. “Whoa, Doc. I have no doubt I’d like you better than Dr. Neerah or anyone else.”
I opened a drawer, pulled out a small cloth. “Here. With you… aroused as you are, it’s possible to ejaculate from direct prostate stimulation during a screening. Tug down your jeans some more and lean over the exam table.”
“You’re serious,” he said, not moving.
I frowned. “Of course. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about if it happens, Mr. Marx. I’m a doctor.”
