Page 73 of Ignite

I clutch my hands over my chest.

“It hurts,” I whine.

That gets the attention of the other patients waiting.

“Enough. Behave.” He stomps over and leans down.

“Conan?” Hallie’s sweet voice is music to my ears. Finn straightens himself.

“Me.” I wave at her.

She looks between me and Finn with a frown.

“Everything okay?” she asks.

“Yes. Fine. I just need you to see my brother real quick. No idea what he’s done, but here he is anyway. Sorry.” He offers her an apologetic look.

He storms back to his office and closes the door.

“Don’t know why he’s got a stick up his ass today,” I tell Hallie as I stand.

“Probably because we’re here to keep people alive and ready for heart surgery, Conan.” She lowers her tone, looking over her glasses at me.

Dear God, she’s beautiful.

“You haven’t even—” She holds up her pen to cut me off and turns her back, waltzing into her office.

She heads over to her desk and takes a seat.

I close the door behind me, but she doesn’t turn around from her computer screen.

“Take your trousers off, Mr. Quinn,” she demands.

I bite on my lip, my dick starting to twitch in my boxers.

“You haven’t even asked what’s wrong with me? You wanna see the goods?”

She slowly spins in her chair, pushing her glasses back with a smirk.

“I assumed you’ve lost your balls, sir. That’s what you want me to look at?”

I blink at her, trying to ignore the fact that my cock is getting hard just looking at her.

Her caramel curls are pulled back into a bun. The black frames of her glasses just highlighting her brown eyes.

The clear gloss on her lips that I want to lick off.

The way her burgundy scrubs hide her curves that I know are under there.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

“My balls are perfectly fine, trouble.”

She shakes her head.

“They can’t be. Because if they were there, you’d have asked me on a date by now, rather than following me around and faking medical issues to see me.”

Well, damn. She really did catch me out. Well. Not quite.

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