Page 62 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Holy hell, I didn’t even want to think about that. Women were crafty. And horny women were crafty and determined. I wasn’t sure I could handle all of this. Will wasn’t exactly a normal guy anymore after the show. He wasn’t just a successful physician. He was more than that now. Women all over the country, hell, probably even the world, knew him.

And they knew him as Dr. Obscene.

That nickname didn’t exactly discourage vaginas stuffed with phone numbers.

I couldn’t stop myself from wondering, Is it really a good idea for me to be involved with Will?

“Will, we need to—”

Looking both ways for witnesses, I pushed her toward the door to the empty patient room and opened it, ushering her through before she could finish her sentence. She went easily enough, too busy trying to figure out what I was doing or how to say what she wanted to say to fight me. It didn’t really matter to me which it was, as long as she was distracted enough to let me get started.

From the moment of the inappropriate treasure discovery, it’d felt like the rest of the exam of Ms. Elise Allen had taken forever. Lust rushed over me so powerfully it was blinding, and it had nothing to do with a woman desperate enough to put her number in her vagina.

Instead, it was the other woman in the room, the one who’d looked on as Elise flirted, drumming up enough self-control not to say anything in response when I wouldn’t have blamed her at all if she had.

I pushed Melody toward the table with a firm hand to her stomach and laughed internally as her bouncing eyes tried to make sense of it all.

My lips went to her ear to speak before she could, and when I did, it came out in a raspy whisper. “That little gasp,” I explained, a weakness I couldn’t avoid acting on. “When you figured out what it was, I heard you gasp.”

All that self-control ruined by one sharp inhale.

“Will,” she breathed back shakily.

“I lost my mind when I heard you gasp, and I haven’t been able to think about anything else but making you do it again.”

“Will,” she murmured again, her heart racing so hard I could feel the vibrations of her chest against mine.

“I have to be inside of you, Melody.”

Somehow, I’d managed to put the right words together to explain my teenage-like hormonal response to a simple reactionary noise eloquently enough that she understood—and not only that, but wanted me too.

“Jump up,” I told her but put my hands to her hips so she didn’t have to do the work all on her own. The paper crinkled beneath her ass as it landed, and for the first time ever, the sound of it fired something erotic inside me.

Grabbing the fabric at the top of her scrub pants, I bunched it in my hands and yanked it down as she lifted her hips to ease my way. They caught on her shoes, so I took everything off at once and spread her at the knees.

With practiced efficiency, I pulled the stirrups up and locked them into position. I couldn’t have missed the widening of her eyes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I didn’t reply verbally, not at first, instead lifting her feet and placing them pointedly in each position. She eyed me carefully, clenching her knees tightly together in denial.

But I didn’t even have to think about how to bring her around to my way of thinking. Her skin was soft and alluring and invited me further into her space with every inch my hands skimmed. As I moved up the line of her calves and around to the inside, her knees parted at my push, and her hips jumped at the approach of my touch.

“I’m serious. About this and you and the fact that you’ll be in a whole lot of trouble if you move your knees even…one…inch…closer together.”

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, and I leaned forward to touch my lips to the apex of her thighs as if called.

“Just relax, Mel,” I whispered there, right against her warm, humming skin.

Pulling away slowly—and quite painfully—I backed out of the space between her legs and rounded the table to the cabinet. I opened the one with samples and scanned the contents until I found what I was looking for.

Grabbing one from the box, I shut the door and moved back to Melody, unbuckling my belt and undoing the button of my pants as I did. The color of her face ripened as she realized where I’d gone.

“Oh my God.”

I laughed a little and leaned toward her with the condom between my pointer and middle fingers. “What? There are perks to doing this here.”

Her eyebrows pulled together, and I knew the question without her even having to ask it.