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We reached his bedroom and he gave gestured at the exercise bike near his bed. “You know, I’d do anything for you.”

“Even get on the bike?” I batted my eyelashes.

He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure there’s not supposed to be any loose material on the bike...” He gestured at his thick sack.

“Pretty please?”

Chuckling, he said, “Okay, but no way I’m doing burpees without underwear on.”

I laughed at the thought, going to lean on his bed. I bend over, resting on my forearms.

“God that’s hot,” he said, walking toward the bike.

I shimmied my shoulders, making my breasts sway.

He bit his bottom lip. “Fuck me.”

“Stop stalling!” I said.

He shook his head, put his hand on the handle, then his foot in one petal. He swung his feet over, and then sat his bare ass on the seat. “Are you happy now?”

I nodded, giddily, as he started pedaling. Just like I expected, all his muscles rippled and flexed. So freaking hot. But then I got up and went to get a view from the front of his chest muscles.

And I burst out laughing.

“What?” he asked, looking down at himself.

“It’s like a little bean bag chair.” I gasped for breath through my laughter.

“I fucking hate you,” he said, getting off the bike.

I covered my mouth, talking through laughs as I said, “I promise I’m trying to stop laughing.”

He came to me, taking my arms and walking me back to the bed, laying me down forcefully. He had a wicked smirk as he said, “I’ll fucking make you stop. And then you’ll be screaming my name.”

My already tender sex clenched. “Try me,” I breathed.

He covered my mouth with his and followed through on every. Last. Promise.

* * *

I wavedgoodbye as he left to work, and soon after, the mail carrier drove by. I smirked to myself and waved as they deposited mail in the box. If only they’d come by half an hour earlier.

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Fletcher

I looked over the chart for my first patient of the day, still doing my best to stop thinking about the way Liv screamed when I made her come for the second time this morning.

Dennis Phillips

Age: 34

Complaint: Shortness of breath since this AM, no history of asthma, no history of anxiety or depression, no viral symptoms, no chest pain, no temperature, no known allergies.

I drew my eyebrows together.That was strange.

I knocked and walked into the office to see Dennis on a chair, his elbows resting on his knees. At the sight of me, he looked up and stood, shaking my hand. “Heard you were back in town, Fletcher. Good to see you.”