Page 31 of Biker's Babygirl

I’d taken a quick powerwalk around the block to get some fresh air and clear my head earlier, and it hadn’t been enough. At this point, I’m resigning myself to the fact that there was nowhere I could go within a twenty-mile radius to effectively kill the raging hard-on just being in the same room with Ginny gave me. A quick trip to the kitchen isn’t going to do it, either, but I still do my best to readjust, hoping she won’t notice.

When I come back with the syringe, her eyes are following me like magnets, hot on my skin. “Here.” When I’m close, I stick out the syringe full of liquid Motrin and she obediently opens her mouth. I push the plunger down slowly, letting her take it in sips until she is finished. Then I hold up the empty syringe to show her. “Good girl. That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

Suddenly, her brows draw together, and she gives me a scowl. “It was horrible.”

I can’t hold back my smile, and suddenly I realize that I haven’t smiled so much in a long, long time. Surprisingly, it feels good. I feel lighter somehow, freed from burdens I hadn’t realized I was carrying.

“Now, here comes the hard part. Are you listening?”

Her eyes on me, she nods solemnly.

“You have got to tell me when you’re in pain. No matter what. Do you understand?”

A sly smile slides across her face, giving my little elf an impish expression. “Or what?”

My palm begins to itch something fierce, and the sparkle in her eyes is such that I swear she can sense it. Which is impossible, because I haven’t spanked her, despite how very badly I want to. “I think you know what. Now, take off your clothes, Ginny.”

Now it’s her turn to look shocked. Not only do her eyes widen and her cheeks flush a warm, bewitching pink, but she’s squirming on the exam table.

Does she want this? To have me see her naked?

I force myself to look away, but almost instantly my eyes are drawn back.

No. That’s stupid. I promised to give her an exam, and that’s all she’s thinking about. Not me. Not like that.

Without a word, she stands and begins to unbutton her blouse. Her fingers move quickly, as though she’s used to undressing in a hurry.

She probably is,my traitorous brain whispers to me.Look at her. She’s gorgeous, and adorable and sweet. Who wouldn’t want to see her naked?

Be professional,I order myself fiercely.This is an exam and she is your patient.

She doesn’t look at me as she slides her shirt off and lets it drop to the floor. Then, without being told, she shoves down her sweatpants. Thankfully, having so many years in the field, I am a consummate professional, even if my cock doesn’t seem to know to settle down. As soon as she steps out of her sweatpants, she suddenly looks shy.

“Don’t worry,” I assure her, “this won’t take long. Sit down on the table, please.”

Ginny obeys without comment, though her hands are clasping the edge of the table tightly.

“Relax,” I murmur as I take out my stethoscope. I put it around my neck and breathe on the metal end so it isn’t cold before gently placing it on her back. “Just breathe. Relax, and breathe normally.”

She gives me a tiny smile as she obeys, and damn it, I’m done for. She either has to leave after this, or I’m going to want her to stay forever. And I’m sure that’s not what she wants. How could it be?

As much as I’ll hate to see her go, it’s for the best. She’s a distraction, and I’ve got work to do.

But even as I think it, I find myself examining the nape of her neck. With my stethoscope on her back, I can tell her breathing is a bit quick.

Maybe she’s feeling the same things I am…

I let the stethoscope fall, and as I step back to her front, I realize that her face is flushed.

Maybe…just maybe…My cock twitches in need. But when I press my hand to her forehead and feel the warmth radiating on the back of my hand, my stomach plummets and I forget about everything but her health.

“I think you have a fever, Ginny.”

“Oh, I feel fine.”

I shake my head. She is certainly not fine. “I need to check your temperature, sweetie. Pull down your panties for me.”

Ginny

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