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“Mmmhmm. I performed the surgery on your hand. I’m sorry we didn’t get to meet ahead of time. You were already prepped by the time I got to the OR.”
Most strippers wore more revealing clothes, but maybe in the hospital, she had to cover up a bit more. Maybe underneath that white coat, she was one gorgeous naked woman. I was limited to what I could do, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t do a little something to make me feel better.
“How’s the pain?” she asked.
I played along with her charade. “It could be better.”
She twisted those full lips together. “I can probably help you with that.”
I smiled. It was exactly what I was thinking. The perfect distraction to get my mind off my damn hand. I could already feel myself getting hard. She was beautiful. High cheekbones and the cutest damn nose I had seen on a woman. My dick stiffened as I pictured her lowering herself on me. I didn’t realize I’d had a fantasy of getting sucked off in a hospital until she walked in.
“Are you going to lock the door?” I asked.
“It’s not going to take long. I don’t think anyone will interrupt the exam.”
“If you say so.” I grinned. God, this was going to be one hell of a story to tell the guys—how I got off right after surgery to a sex kitten in a doctor’s costume.
She made a note on the clipboard she was carrying, then placed it on the table next to the bed. “I think I’ll take a look.”
“What if I help you out?” I pulled back the sheet and gown, showing her how hard and ready I was for her mouth.
She jumped back. “What are you doing?”
“I know the guys got you for me. And I have to say, they’ve stepped up their game. You’re fucking sexy as hell.”
She blinked in horror. “You think I’m a hooker?” Her eyes hardened in a straight line, and I thought the cobalt shade might have fired amber a few times.
“Aren’t you?” I looked her up and down again. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and as hard as my dick was, she must have realized I thought so.
She glared at me. “No. I’m your surgeon.” Her hands were on her hips.
“So no blow job?”
“Oh my God! No, no blow job.”
I covered myself back up, but my current situation pitched a tent under the sheet.
“That’s a shame. Those pretty little lips would—”
She put her hand up. “Stop. Stop right there. I am your doctor, not a rent-a-whore.”
I chuckled. “Don’t see why you couldn’t be both.”
She inhaled slowly, and I could see the color deepen in her cheeks. I had pissed her off royally. “I can put you in the hands of one of our other doctors.” She picked up the clipboard. “I am a trained surgeon. I don’t have to put up with shit like this, even if you do play for some team.” She turned for the door.
“Some team?”
“Yeah, apparently, I’m the only one in this hospital who doesn’t know who you are or what it is you do for a living that involves playing with a ball. Although after that stunt, I’m starting to get a better picture of what kind of man you are.”
This was a first. “You don’t know who I am? You’ve never heard of Wes Blakefield? You expect me to believe that?”
“Seeing you on the operating table was the first time I’d laid eyes on you, Mr. Blakefield. And this is the last time.” Her hand was on the door.
“Wait, Doc. Wait.” I don’t know what made me do it. Hell, I could have let her walk out pissed and fired up. But I didn’t want to. She hadn’t even looked at my hand. And she was the most fucking beautiful woman I’d seen.
She breathed heavily. “What?”
“Aren’t you even going to look at my hand before you leave? If you’re the one who performed the surgery, I’d like you to take a look. They told me you were the best.”
