“Yup. A necessary part of the monthly cycle especially in the family planning stage.”
“Now back to the question you didn’t answer…”
Doctor Delgado laughs because I swear he’s crazy too and what I’m witnessing is how the crazy communicate.
“I’m just saying, even a straight man can see that you’re attractive and are elbow deep in pussy all day, so examinations must be like foreplay to some of your patients…”
“There is nothing sexy about getting random objects shoved up your vagina,” I supply.
“Care to bet?” Jagger asks with a wink.
“And here I thought you looked forward to our little rendezvous, Mrs Hanlon. Damn, I must be doing it wrong,” Dr. Delgado jokes.
I rub my hand over my face and lie back on the table to mind my business. Both of them have problems, but one of them is a good doctor
“I get it. You’re working right now. I’ll get my answer after hours.”
My doctor cocks a brow and his green eyes spark with mischief. “Are you sure about that, amigo? Dr. Delgado and Marin are two different speeds.”
The fact that my doctor refers to himself as two different people would be the sign I’d need to run the opposite direction if I were still single. Yet, like I said, crazy recognizes crazy.
His comment sparks Jagger’s interest. “There’s no other way. Dr. Delgado is a little boring but something tells meMarinand I would get along fine.
I can only imagine what an unfiltered conversation between the two of them would entail. If that happens, I’d need to find something to do or a lot of alcohol.
“Are we done?” I ask because it’s not the warmest room ever.
“Oh, someone is impatient today. What about our long talks on the beach? I feel a little used today.”
Dr. Delgado always toes the line of sounding almost inappropriate and now I know why it amuses me.
“Yeah, you’re good. He’s seen enough of your pussy today. Get dressed,” Jagger tells me like it’s his office.
“I appreciate a man who leads and knows where he stands with his woman, but this is my arena, Mr. Hanlon.”
Jagger whistles low like Dr. Delgado just turned him on. “Call me Jagger. Mr. Hanlon is too formal. You’re a dom, aren’t you? Karessa, how much do you want to bet your doctor is a dom?”
Dr. Delgado snickers and vacates his place between my legs. He grabs some gloves and tells his nurse to stick around for the check-up. I feel like I’m stuck between the psychos. He wasn’t going to do the check up until Jagger got bossy.
“Arms above your head. You know how I like it.” He feels my bare breasts, being his usual self. “Have you been doing your self-evaluations?”
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Good.” He grins at Jagger before moving to the next boob. “Looks good. We already did your pap smear.” He jerks his head in the direction of the sample. “Nowyou can get dressed. You're free to start trying to get pregnant. Actually, if you had sex recently.”
“This morning,” Jagger confirms like an asshole.
“Okay, then that sperm is still in your system and would still be searching for an egg up to seven days.”
“So she could be getting pregnant right now?”
“Yeah, if this is ovulation week.”
Jagger looks like a kid with Christmas coming. “And now I like you again,” he announces to Dr. Delgado.
“You never stopped,” he counters on his way out the door with his nurse in tow.
I’m almost dressed but Jagger pulls me into one of his wicked kisses. “You’re already sexy but knowing that I can get you pregnant makes you…” He stops talking and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. “Mmmm.”
