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Story: The Inquisitor

I snorted at my viral name—something I’d never considered in a million years. Something was wrong with me for finding that provocative. I wanted to know all the ways I affected him. Did he think about me all the time? What was I doing in his thoughts?

What was happening to me? Maybe I was the one catching the Forrest Flu.

I’d never been attracted to men in the sciences because I didn’t consider myself a science girl. I didn’t need to see proof to believe in something. I didn’t need to know how a rainbow was created to love it. Sometimes beauty couldn’t and shouldn’t be defined or explained. To me, that took away the mystery and beauty of it.

Forrest was a unique science guy. He was more than just a doctor.

From my research about him and his Ba7M5Bu88Project, I’d gained new respect for Forrest. I had no idea that there was a wide selection of bamboos in Brazil. I mean, I knew how important the Amazon forest was to Earth, but not the importance of bamboos. Hell, I only thought bamboos existed in Asia. That showed how much I had to catch up on about the world. The project sold apparel and accessories made from bamboo where the proceeds provided medicine to poor sections of South America. I’d bought a T-shirt, which was set to arrive today or tomorrow. I should check with Nora to see if any packages came for me.

Forrest was science, art, and nature. He possessed all the aspects that captivated me, making me pause and wonder. He was a perfect photograph with enough ambient light and color temperature, delivering a perfect image. Perhaps science and art made an indescribable union. There was hope for the logical and the illogical side by side.

God knew some of the things I did made no sense. Right now I should’ve been working, finishing my edits, but nope. I was having an interesting conversation with a man that was teasing my body and my brain.

I had questions about illnesses I wanted to ask him later. His opinion on my mom’s treatment would help me decide what was best.

Kiera:Thought I was Sexy K, “good for you.”

I left out the part about me tasting good.

Forrest:My perfect remedy . . .

Did I dare ask the question blazing in my mind? Why the hell not?

Kiera:What are you doing?

Forrest:Trying to fix a HARD issue.

Heat burst from my cheeks, and my nipples grew hard with aching need. Was this why people enjoyed phone sex? I’d never had one of these sexually-driven conversations via text with any of my previous relationships.

Kiera:You’re a doctor. If you can’t fix it, no one can.

Forrest:YOU can.

Kiera:How?

Forrest:If you were a doctor, what would you do?

I was no doctor, but I had a wild imagination. In a fantasy world, I could do and be anything. Magic had no boundaries there. He hadn’t been specific about what kind of doctor he wanted, so I’d take the lead.

This was going to be interesting, and I was in desperate need of new panties soon.

Kiera:Step 1, describe your condition.

Forrest:Throbbing pressure in my stalk.

Sexual tension practically throbbed in me. A surge of desire slithered up my spine.

Kiera:Step 2, stroke the stalk slowly.

Forrest:You’re evil. (devil emoji)

I grinned like a wicked goddess. He had no idea what he’d asked for.

Kiera:Dr. Sexy K at your service. (smile emoji)

Forrest:Pressure is increasing. Help me.

The muscles tightened in my sex, and I wanted him inside me. That would helpmeright now.