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His finger went beneath my chin to lift my gaze to his. “I’m breathing just fine.”

Shaking my head, I walked behind him and had him take deep breaths, while I listened and tried not to stare at the way his back flexed with every movement. Lane wasn’t going easy on me.

I moved to his chest and listened there. He breathed in and out, his chest rising and falling. Fuck. My. Life. How was I going to see patients after this?

“Your lungs are clear,” I said, leaning away and putting the stethoscope into my pocket.

“Not so fast.” His hand wrapped around my tie again. “Do I scare you, or does the idea of being with Raiden and me do that?”

“All of it. You. Raiden. The idea of us in bed together.”

“Sex is thrilling, not frightening. You’re afraid of what comes after, aren’t you? Or do you have performance issues?” He lifted his hands. “I’m not judging.”

“I’m fine,” I growled, growing irritated. “It’s the after.” Jesus, he was… Fuck, he was maddening.

“Okay, I can work with that. Do you want to kiss me?”

My eyes dropped to his lips before I could stop them. Lane parted them, his pink tongue slipping out to glide over his plump bottom lip.

“Al, kiss me. Let me know you want this.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Like I said the other day, your ethics don’t exist between us. Kiss. Me.” He pulled me closer. The puff of breath that left him found a home on my lips.

“Raiden,” I whispered.

“We’ll worry about him later. He’s got his own shit to deal with. Leave the details to me. I just need to know you’re on board. That you want me.”

“Wanting you isn’t the problem.” My gaze lifted to his. This close, I noticed his eyes were an endless sea of brown, easy to get lost in. “Knowing what to do once I have you is.”

“I’m easy. An open book. I’ll warn you about something though. I want to work for Jordan, so you might have to patch me up from time to time.”

“You what?” I yelled. Lane quickly cut me off with his mouth. He pressed to me, his lips gliding over mine. I was so stunned I didn’t move. “Let me in, Al.”

My hands fisted at my sides to keep from reaching for him. I shouldn’t do this, especially not at work.

“Lane.” One word, brokenly falling from my lips.

“If you don’t kiss me, I’m going to walk out that door and not look back. I’ll beg when I know you want me to, but I refuse to offer myself to someone who doesn’t desire me. I thought you did by what happened the other night. Maybe I’m wrong. I could have?—”

It was my turn to cut him off. I didn’t waste time with a closed-mouth kiss. My tongue pressed to his lips, sweeping along the same one he’d licked. He let me in just like he asked me to. Lane’s head tilted to the side, granting me better access. The hand he had on my tie slid up to cup the back of my neck and brought me closer, my body following, unable to refuse the pull.

Lane turned on the table, his legs on the side, slipping around my waist as he brought himself flush against me. He let me lead, let me devour him, but I still didn’t touch him. The logical part of me remembered where I was.

I was the first to pull away. “You didn’t read me wrong. I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing with you. Raiden is… Raiden’s going to say no.”

“You just witnessed how persuasive I am, and you still doubt me?” He tsked. “Shame on you. You leave that giant of a man to me. Oh, and before I leave, you don’t want to check my prostate, do you?”

I’d never been more grateful for the extra insulation between the patient rooms. I did it so privacy could be retained, not with the intention of one day having a man with his legs wrapped around my waist while he tried to coax me into more on the table.

“I think my time’s up,” he whispered. “I’ve stunned you silent. Not a bad way to end an exam.” He dropped his legs and smoothed his hand over my tie, then my coat. “At least you don’t look like I was tongue fucking you in here. Wait, your face has a bit of a beard burn. I’d put on a mask. You know, so you don’t catch anything.” He winked.

“You’re dangerous.”

“You have no idea of the things I can do.” Lane stepped down from the table and stood before me. “Do I have to check out at the desk or can I handle that in here with you?”

“Desk. Tell them you don’t need another follow-up.”

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