Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
I mean...
I've seen so many doctors because of Io's illness, and none of them was this ripped, much less this, um...stuffed?
A snapping sound draws me out of my thoughts, and I see Dr. Somebody holding a pair of stethoscopes in his hands.
"Shall we begin?"
I automatically nod even as my heart begins to pound.
He plugs his ears and presses the chest piece against my hospital gown.
"Mm."
It's my first time to hear him make a sound like that, and like everything he does, it's wicked and sexy as hell.
"I can't seem to hear your heartbeat clearly enough."
His tone is perfectly clinical like always, but even I know where this is going.
"I think I'll need to check your heartbeat a little more...closely."
I know I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but the same thought still ends up replaying inside my head: so that's how he's going to play it?
"May I?"
I don't even hesitate. "Yes, Doctor."
His gaze glitters as I utter the words, and heat builds deep in my belly.
Oh my.
He obviously loves hearing me say those two words.
I totally didn't expect that, but you can bet I already have it mentally filed under Most Important Things to Remember about Dr. Somebody.
My body starts to tingle as he reaches for the hem of my hospital gown. "May I?"
"Yes, Doctor."
I say the words again because I mean it, but I also say it because apparently...
Temptation is an "innocent" tease, and when my gaze darts down to his crotch—-
Did that bulge behind his pants just get bigger?
I think I need to stare harder, but I'm unable to, since Dr. Somebody has already started lifting my gown up, and oh God, oh God, oh God...
"Can you hold your gown up for me?"
He lets go as soon as I have it up securely, which also effectively blocks my gaze of his face.
"Mm."
So this is how it feels to have a man stare at your breasts...without seeing him.
I do still have my bra on, but like that matters when the whole thing's transparent.
"Doctor?"
My breasts are feeling heavier by the second under his gaze, but the fact that he hasn't said a word starts to worry me.
"Is there something wrong?"
I know I haven't the biggest boobs in the world, so maybe—-
"The opposite actually," Dr. Somebody drawls.
Gulp.
"I'm sure you've already heard this over and over, but you have the prettiest tits I've ever seen."
"Um..."
"It's a scientific observation, mind you."
I know I should stay in character, but I'm unable to prevent my lips from twitching.
That line was definitely something only someone as gullible as Temptation would accept.
"I hope I haven't made you uncomfortable."
"Oh no, Doctor." My voice comes out all soft and whispery.
"I'm glad to hear that."
I don't have a chance to answer, with Dr. Somebody catching me unaware as he presses the cold, smooth chest piece against the sensitive flesh of my left tit.
Oh God.
"Now..."
His voice is suddenly firm, and a sexy little shiver runs down my spine.
"Can you take a deep breath for me?"
On one hand: I'm seriously impressed at how he's playing his role to the hilt.
On the other, though: I see what you're doing, Dr. Somebody.
I totally see it, and...
Inhale. Exhale.
I love it.
"Again."
I inhale and exhale, but as my chest rises and falls, I also make a conscious effort this time to give my tits a little...bounce.
It's instantly effective, with Dr. Somebody dropping an 'F bomb' under his breath.
"Is something wrong, Doctor?"
I see him drop his stethoscope back on the tray in the corner of my eye.
"Your heartbeat appears regular..."
The sudden thickness of his voice makes my toes curl.
"But there are a couple of tests I'd still like to do, if you'd permit me?"
"What kind of tests?"
"Your tits are vulnerable to the same set of symptoms you've suffered from in the past."
"Oh no." It almost feels sinfully fun to just act really dumb like this.
"I'll need to examine your tits with my bare hands, so I can check for any irregularities."
His bare hands?
I am so down for that.
"May I begin?"
All I can do is nod, but when several moments pass, and nothing still happens—-
Has he changed his mind for some reason?
Should I be worried—-
Oh.
The sounds that follow make me realize he's peeling his gloves off, and before I can even draw my next breath, I feel his large bare hands brush against my skin—-
Oh God.
My bra is gone in a flash.
Aaaah.
I suddenly remember wondering about whether his hands were big enough to swallow my tits——
Yeees.
And they are.
They so are, and I just love how those big, big hands of his are now kneading and squeezing my breasts with such consistency.
"This type of motion is what allows me to familiarize myself with the shape and form of your tits."
He delivers the words like he's lecturing me, and I would've laughed if I weren't so busy trying to keep myself from moaning out loud.