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“How does that feel?” Raelyn was stabilizing Quinn’s elbow gently after putting him in a soft sleeve brace that still kept a bend to the sensitive joint.

The hard splint was gone, and he no longer had to carry his arm at a sharp ninety-degree angle at all times.

They were both relieved about this- the hard-cased splint was a pain in the ass to maneuver around in bed.

“So much better,” Quinn sighed. “You thought we’d been having good sex- I’ve got use of both arms now, baby. Better get ready for what’s comin’!”

Raelyn laughed. “You still can’t fully extend your elbow for another three weeks. Please don’t go injuring yourself further to prove anything to me.”

“I’ll always be trying to prove something when it comes to you, Rae.” He smiled shyly and his eyes went soft and adoring, and Raelyn’s heart could have melted right there.

They were so disgustingly crazy for each other.

A month ago, if Raelyn had seen a couple act the way she and Quinn acted around each other now, she would have scoffed, rolled her eyes, and made some snide comment about wondering how long that would last. But here she was being obnoxiously cute and doe-eyed over this man. Her best friend.

She frequently found herself wondering how she’d kept herself from attacking him when they were teenagers.

He was all male and muscle and boyish charm with that goddamn sexy dimple.

His hair was always that perfect level of untamed, making him look like he’d just rolled out of bed after having heart-pounding, toe-curling, earth-shattering, multi-orgasmic sex.

Which, at least lately, had been the case most of the time.

Having to scold him upon coming at her with grabby hands at work was one of the most difficult tasks she’d had to perform in quite some time.

She’d had to explain that she was not allowed to make out with her patients in the therapy rooms and that while they were at her office they had to maintain a strictly professional relationship.

He had argued this, of course, and tried staring her down, tried pulling her close and whispering his filthy thoughts in her ear.

Had it made her panties go damp? Of course it had.

Had she given in? Reluctantly, no. No, she hadn’t.

Raelyn showed Quinn a few different finger, wrist, bicep, and shoulder exercises he could do without having to extend his elbow and he got to work repeating one of the wrist movements.

"Tomorrow's your birthday," Quinn stated suddenly. "Any plans? Carnival at the beach? Trip to Paris? Fancy yacht party with two hundred of your closest friends?"

Quinn had always been astounded at the ways her family had celebrated her and Camille's birthdays. Admittedly, her parents were absolutely nuts for doing those things. Raelyn would have been satisfied with a pool party in their backyard or a slumber party with her closest friends.

Raelyn shook her head. "No, I usually just have dinner at my parents' place anymore. Although, I would totally be down for another trip to Paris."

"That was one hell of a Sweet Sixteen," said Quinn.

"Would've been better if you hadn't refused to go." Raelyn gave him a pointed look.

"Your parents did enough for me. I wasn't about to let them buy me a two-thousand dollar trip to Paris .

" Quinn looked stubbornly at Raelyn, and when she returned his stare with a raised eyebrow- he knew damn well two-thousand dollars was nothing to her parents- he added, " The funny thing about having money is you never have to think about it.

When you have none, it's all you think about. "

Raelyn nodded, conceding. This wasn't a topic that usually went over well between the two of them.

She had no idea what it was like growing up the way Quinn had.

Sure, she'd watched it from the sidelines, but she had no way of really knowing what it was like.

She did know enough to recognize that this was one of the reasons she'd been so interested in him as a friend.

Not because he was poor and she was rich, but because his perspective was so different from her own and she felt like it helped her grow as a person.

She liked knowing there was more to life than designer brands, country clubs, and the other many luxuries her family was so familiar with.

"I could take you to Paris now if you wanted," Quinn said.

Raelyn had been admiring the thick, corded muscles of his forearm work as he flexed his wrist but shot her gaze up to his face.

A thought hit her that she'd never even considered before now.

Surely he didn't think the only reason things were going well between them now was because he had money?

He knew she wasn't that shallow, right? Her brow furrowed, disliking this thought, then blinked it away.

"Or you could just come to dinner with me tomorrow," she offered.

"I'm sure Dad would be thrilled to see you. "

Quinn met her eyes and smiled, giving a nod. "Yeah, I could do that."

She had to remind herself not to lean in and kiss him and forced her attention back to his wrist and forearm. This may not have helped. Smirking, Raelyn lightly traced her fingertips down his unbelievable forearm.

“I thought we were to remain professional in this room, Doc,” Quinn said smoothly, lips curved into a grin.

“Just making sure everything’s how it should be,” she replied innocently, though she couldn’t hide her mischievous smile. “Sometimes these muscles get sore during these exercises. You might want to massage them out afterwards.”

“That so?” Quinn asked, breath catching in his throat as he watched Raelyn’s hand rub the length of his forearm, down to the wrist, and back up below the elbow.

Her hand pressed gently into his muscles, wrapping around the width and admiring the strength of his as she remembered how they felt holding her, pulling her in tight so her body was flush against his.

He reached for the hem of her skirt. “And what was that you were saying...about finger exercises? I feel like I might be able to come up with a pretty good one.”

Raelyn hummed, telling herself she needed to back away, but instead staying put. “I’m sure you would be very good at those finger exercises.”

“Should we give them a try?”

“You know we can’t do that here,” Raelyn said, but she found her body moving a fraction of an inch closer.

“You don’t really want to wait until we get home,” Quinn said, voice low, husky, and nearly breathless.

Until we get home .

Raelyn blinked up to him and it appeared he had also caught the slip.

He had a hotel room he was paying for, yet he planned to stay with her as he had been since Saturday night.

Was he already thinking of her home as his, too?

The thought made Raelyn feel like there was a balloon inflating in her chest, and it wanted to burst at the sight of Quinn’s pink blush that crept into his cheeks.

“I don’t,” she agreed. His breath rushed out of him, relieved, and he moved closer, slipping his hand beneath her skirt.

The moisture between her legs had steadily increased since she’d joined Quinn in the therapy room.

Her body seemed to physically miss him, yearning and aching for him, pulling his toward hers like a magnet.

But she was at her office. And this was. ..wildly inappropriate.

But, dear God, I want him so bad.

His large palm was smooth against her thigh as it slid toward her core.

Just a little...light petting. That’s okay, right?

Of course it’s not! You. Are. At. Work !

Quinn moved her panties to the side and his fingers hovered, teasing.

Please...yes. Touch me.

No! This is completely unprofessional...not okay.

His fingers slid lightly down her crease and he groaned, biting his lip, eyes closed.

“Quinn…” Raelyn whispered. She wasn’t sure if she was going to tell him to stop, insisting they wait until they get home, or if she was simply enjoying his touch. Maybe both. “We really should wait.”

“Is that why you’re already wet through your panties? Because you want to wait?” Quinn’s touch was light, still teasing, barely touching her. She had to resist bucking into his hand.

Raelyn bit through an agonized groan, “I didn’t say I want to wait- I said we should wait.

” Her eyes began to flutter shut and she felt ready to give in.

She sighed, body relaxing, and opened her eyes.

Catching the sight of his arm pushed up her skirt- in her therapy room- she straightened and snapped her legs shut, pushing his hand away.

“No! Dammit, Quinn- you are a bad influence. You’re going to get me in trouble. ”

Quinn’s laugh was a low rumble in his chest, “You almost let me finger fuck you in your office.” Obnoxious pride made him puff up as he grinned wide. “You think I’m irresistible.”

Raelyn gaped, blushing, “I was not! I was just…” she sputtered. Frustrated, she scrunched up her nose, knowing he had the upper hand here. She grabbed a stress ball off a nearby table and threw it at him. “You’re a butthead.”

Turning his head and letting the stress ball hit his cheek before it fell into his lap, he laughed again. “I can’t believe you were about to break your sacred oath of doctorhood.”

“It’s not an oath, and I stopped you !” Raelyn said defensively. “Tread carefully, Quinn Casey, or you’ll end up with a new physical therapist.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior from now on,” said Quinn, putting his hands up in surrender .

“That seems unlikely,” Raelyn said, eyes narrowed, doing her best to stifle her smile.

He lifted one hand in a three-finger salute. “Scout’s honor.”

The session wrapped up with a few more exercises and Quinn made her blush again as he left, calling over his shoulder that he couldn’t wait to try out more of those finger exercises at home.

What a jerk. But Raelyn still couldn’t help the smile that blossomed on her face, no matter how much of an irresistible tease he might be.

She had no doubt he’d make it up to her when she met him later. ..at home .