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Oh god.

Did she hear me moan last time?

“Carly?”

I jump at my name and turn to Mr. Bennett. His sleeves are rolled up again, and he’s looking at me expectantly. It takes me a second to realize he’s waiting for me to get on the bed.

“Oh, right.”

I take off my coat and hang it on the hook by the door before making my way to the bed. The sheets rustle beneath me as I sit down, and then I look down and realize we have a problem.

“I’m wearing a skirt.”

“That you are,” Mr. Bennett replies.

It’s a high-waisted skirt with a side zipper. Underneath it, I’m wearing black tights. He won’t be able to sneak his hand down the top like last time. I actually have to undress a little for this.

I sit up and start pulling off my tights. It doesn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped. They get stuck on my foot, and Mr. Bennett has to help me take them off, which is positively mortifying. Thankfully, I manage my panties without assistance, but by the time I lie back down, my face is burning.

“Ready,” I mumble.

He turns his head away as he starts. It’s ridiculous, really. There are only so many ways to preserve someone’s dignity when they’re half-undressed in a medical exam room.

Still, he’s trying.

I look away too, fixing my gaze on a ceiling tile with a tiny brown stain in one corner. I feel his hand slip beneath my skirt, his fingers brushing the inside of my thighs as they move higher. The touch is light, barely there, and it makes my skin prickle.

I’m already wet when he finds me, but this time, I don’t say anything about it. He locates my clit quickly and starts moving in small circles. It feels good in a warm, tingling kind of way.

I close my eyes and let my knees fall open a little. The movement bunches my skirt around my waist, exposing me. If he looked now, he’d see everything.

It’s a little thrilling, if I’m being honest.

He speeds up.

I gasp.

Did Dr. Shaw hear that?

Nope. Don’t think about that.

I try to focus on the feeling building inside me. He reaches beneath my skirt with his other hand, and while his right keeps moving against my clit, his left index finger starts circling my entrance.

“Yes,” I breathe, giving him permission.

He slips one finger inside me, then two. They curl in a come-hither motion, and I moan.

She definitely heard that.

The feeling building inside me fizzles out as my eyes snap toward the door. All I can think about is the fact that Dr. Shaw is sitting right outside, listening to me get off. Heat crawls up my neck. Suddenly, I’m hyperaware of everything.

My breathing. The rustling of the sheets. The fact that my boss’s hand is under my skirt.

Christ.

Mr. Bennett notices the change and stops what he’s doing immediately. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine,” I reassure him. “My mind’s wandering. That’s all.”