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Madigan Medical

The last name I would never have.

I shoved down the sad, worried feeling, putting on a smile. “Fletcher, this is amazing. Congratulations!” I looked around the place. “I wish I’d known. I would have done something for you...”

“Tonight is about us,” he replied, heat in his eyes.

His gaze flicked to my lips, and I lifted my chin to meet his kiss. Our embrace quickly heated.

“Fletcher,” I gasped. “Get me home. To a hotel. Your truck. I want you so bad.”

He gripped my hands, dragging them to his hard cock. “Why do you think I brought you here?” Before I knew it, he was guiding me back into an exam room. My hips butted against the table. “Lie down,” he ordered.

My eyes flared open at the demand. “Here?”

He nodded, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a stethoscope. “Now.”

I lay back, my dress rippling over my body as I moved.

He paced beside the table, snapping out the stirrups. “Feet in.”

Fire pounded through my veins as I followed his commands. Every last one.

His voice was silken lead, soft but hard, commanding. “Hands above your head.”

My chest heaved with anticipation as I did, and he walked to the top of the exam table, his erection pressing against his pants. I licked my lips, wanting to taste him. To feel him on my tongue.

But he captured my wrists in one of his large hands and then tied the stethoscope around them.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

He tightened the restraint and took his time removing his jacket, unbuttoning his shirt as his eyes roved my body.

“Baby,” I said. “Please.” My nipples strained against the fabric of my dress, and I shifted to ease the need, pressing my toes into the stirrups.

He smiled, undoing the last button, and slid the shirt off his body. This was the prom fantasy I never knew I needed, having his abs, his cock at eye level.

“You want my dick in your mouth, don’t you?” he said, his voice low, rough.

“Please,” I whispered. I don’t know what came over me with this man, but the noises he made when his dick was against my tongue made me want to please him even more.

He unzipped his dress pants, pulling them down and freeing his cock. It hung heavy, thick, hard between his legs. And as he got closer, I angled my mouth to take it in. Tightening my lips so he’d feel the pressure and then sucking until my lips popped around him.

“Fuck, Liv.” He pulled back, undressing further, and walked to the foot of the exam table where my legs were spread, ready for him.

He pulled my dress up, revealing the silky underwear I’d bought. He ripped them down harshly, tossing them to the floor, and then looked at me.

Any ounce of self-consciousness I had dissolved at the way he took me in. He was so turned on by me.

Me.

He ran his hand over my seam, his eyes rolling back in his head when he felt how wet I was for him. “You’re a fucking dream.”

My lips curved into a smile, and I arched my head back against the table. “Then fuck me.”

“In due time.”

He drew his lips to my knee, then the other. Slowly, tantalizingly drawing his kisses closer to my center and farther away again.