“I need an exam and Plan B. Please,” she adds politely.
“Don’t roll your eyes,” I reprimand. “Let’s complete your examination first, shall we?”
Swallowing, Shelby heaves a breath before following me to the door connecting to the examination room attached to my office.
She moves shyly at first but raises her chin as she passes me.That’s my girl.“Go ahead and undress. Everything’s set up and ready for you.”
Busying myself, I pluck a pair of gloves from the box sitting by the door. “With you wanting Plan B, I assume you had vaginal sex?” I ask. I can’t help myself.
Without turning, I know her cute face is bright red. The shuffling of clothes stops, and I hear her climb onto the bench. Steadying my breath, I will my body not to react.
“Yes,” she answers reluctantly.
“Anything else I need to know?” I push, taking a seat on my stool. Wheeling closer, I settle between her spread legs, taking my pre-prepped table with me.
“Erm.”
I watch her squirm both physically and mentally.
Huffing, Shelby lays her head back and gives in. “We had anal sex last night.”
I grin, safely hidden between her legs. “And?” I stress, knowing that there’s more to say.
“I performed oral . . . I think.”
“You think?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Shelby, do I need to worry?” I play along, adding lubricant to two fingers.
“No!” she rushes. “He wouldn’t hurt me, not like that.”
“Good.” I squeeze her inner thigh. “This will be a little cold,” I warn.
Shelby’s body tenses as I ease my fingers into her. A whimper of pain drifts down the table.
“Relax, it’s just me,” I reassure.
Four words I shouldn’t have said. My body reacts instantly. Memories flood me of being braced above her, easing my cock into her sleepy body. I half expect her to whisper, “Hi,” back. But this isn’t Halloween, we’re not in her bedroom, and she’s not on the brink of a drug-induced sleep.
The memory of our previous Halloween floods me—the way she smiled to greet me, the way she looked when she realized who I was, the way she whispered, “Hi,” shyly when I joined her on the bed. Her pleas and moans sound out in my head, something that’s getting harder and harder to wait a full year to hear again.
Pushing down on her lower belly with my right hand, I try to stay focused on her exam.
We both ignore the way that her body responds, or at least pretend we do. Shelby squeezes her eyes closed while I pretend that I can’t feel the heat and added lubricant her body is providing.
My girl wants me. She just won’t acknowledge it, at least not in the light of day.
“Seems to be the usual. Your lovemaking was rough, but he was careful,” I reassure, removing my wet fingers.
“Lovemaking?” she asks, confused.
I see her frown as I stand.
“Lovemaking.” I nod. “You’re a little puffy. Are you in pain?” I ask, touching a finger to her glistening lower lips.
I didn’t think her face could heat further, but I was wrong.
