faced him.
Her tight nipples strained toward him, her pussy ached as
she inhaled his subtle cologne. He handed her the camera and she took it
automatically.
“And you actually think I can…do that…with a camera pointing
at me, knowing you’re going to watch it later?”
“Yes.”
All righty then.
“You can use your hand, or toys, and you can watch porn if you
want to. Just set the camera up to record it. This is part of what you signed
up for. Understand what I need you to do, Ms. Smith?”
“Yes, Doctor Hotlidge, perfectly.”
She glared at him and then at the camera. The phrase if
walls could talk kept rolling through her head. She stared at the camera
long enough that when she glanced back up all she saw was his hot ass walking
away.
He stole his warmth, along with the orgasm building in her
pelvis.
She wanted to curse or cry when the door closed, signaling
his departure.
It took her a few minutes more to get her shaking under
control. The barely-there air from the A/C rippled across her flesh like the
wind from a hurricane.
She finally straightened and got dressed. The simple act of
putting her clothes on felt sexual. The material of her panties sliding up her
legs was better than any lover she’d ever had. They brushed against her swollen
nubbin, when they settled into place. She bit her cheek to keep from whimpering
at the minimal contact.
Her orgasm had been within reach and he had just stopped.
And him controlling her, manhandling her… Where did he get
off treating her like that?
She waffled back and forth between wanting to curse at him
and lick any part of him she could find exposed under his professional attire.
Hands down the strangest doctor visit she’d ever had. Not at
all what she’d expected.
He was intimate, but aloof about it. It was all research to
him, she was positive. She was reading too much into it but she couldn’t stop
herself. He’d been aroused earlier but guys could get hard from a stiff wind.
This was nothing to him. She had to remember that.
With any other guy she had to concentrate to stay in the
moment during sex. With a couple she had to focus to stop adding things to her
mental grocery list.
Dr. Hottie had put his hands on her, touched her, almost got
her off with little more than the sound of his deep, sexy voice.
She shoved her feet into the stiletto heels she was never
without and snatched up her purse as if it were a weapon.
She should be bringing down the house with what he’d done,
at the very least running out of here never to return. But—
A gentle knock on the door jacked her heart rate up again,
jolting it in her chest when she’d just gotten it under control.
Before she could tell whoever it was to take a flying leap,
one of the women she’d glimpsed behind the counter peeked her head in. Her
sincere smile filled the room as she stepped inside and shut the door.
“It sounds like you did great on your first day. Do you have
any questions for me or would you like to schedule your next appointment? Oh,
and don’t forget the video camera.” The nurse plucked the camera off the chair
where Victoria had left it and handed it to her.
Several phrases flashed through her mind while she stared at
the camera.
I’ll be back when pigs fly.
The nice doctor can take a giant leap off a bridge.
She settled on, “I’m free on Thursday.”
What.
The.
Fuck…
Chapter Four
A couple days passed by before it was the night of her next
appointment. She’d been busy, swamped with work and dinners with friends. In
the back of her mind she knew she was putting off her homework assignment.
She’d already taken a shower, taking extra time to wipe the
condensation from the bathroom mirror. Yes, she was procrastinating. It wasn’t
something she normally did, but it was going to take more than a simple
“Atta-boy!” to convince her to spread her legs. Doing it on camera—knowing
full-well someone else, or maybe even several someone elses, were