Page 3 of Yes, Doctor
He put the buds of his stethoscope in his ears and held the chestpiece in front of her lips.“What was that?”
She giggled and looked up at him with big brown eyes, her cheeks pink with color.Then she tossed her auburn hair back, putting a hand on her hip and pulling out the sass that he’d always sensed lay under her overly-friendly exterior.“You are.But you already knew that, didn’t you?Why do you ask, are you going to give me that pap smear?”
He smothered a laugh, loving that she owned it and leaned even closer to her.“Are you asking for one now, Chloe?”
He saw the flare of her pupils as she realized he might not be joking.He should never have suggested it, should never have even started this topic of conversation.He had definitely strayed into the arena of sexual harassment.If she acted at all uncomfortable, he would apologize profusely and tell her he was only kidding.
But her lips parted, her little tongue darting out to moisten them and he could see her nipples protruded through the double layer of bra and scrubs.“Um...yeah,” she said hoarsely.
His cock went rock hard.Oh God, was this really happening?He’d been propositioned by patients with doctor fantasies before and despite the temptation had never given in.But this time he was actually considering it.Chloe Jones had always tweaked him with her long thick auburn hair, sensual lips and perky tits.He guessed they shared a similar sense of humor and perspective on people from her subtle reactions or facial expressions.And the forbidden factor of molesting an employee made it all the hotter.
Before his brain had arrived at a decision he found himself pushing her back toward the exam table.He picked her up by the waist and lifted her to sit on it.
“I’m afraid we’re all out of dressing gowns, Miss Jones,” he murmured.“Our CNA was smoking out back when she should have been doing laundry.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut again as he began to peel her top off.
“I’ll make sure she’s punished,” he said, pulling both bra straps down so far the cups flipped over, revealing two perfect tits.He unsnapped her bra and tossed it onto the floor.Her breasts sprang free with a bounce, as if joyful to be released.He cupped one and rubbed his thumb across her pebbled nipple as he placed the chest piece of the stethoscope over her heart.“You seem excited, Miss Jones,” he observed, listening to the quickened thump of her cardiac rhythm.
She licked her lips again, and he found himself picturing that lush mouth closing over his member, sucking him off with that same eager-to-please attitude he loved in her.
“Lay back for your breast exam,” he murmured.
Her tongue ran over her lips again as she lowered, first to her elbows, then to her back.Her breasts fell open to the sides.He cupped one in each hand, squeezing.“Firm,” he observed.“Youthful.Size C?”
“Um hmm.”
He circled the tissue of each breast and palpated in her armpits.“No sign of lumps.Do you do a daily breast exam, Miss Jones?”
“Um…”
“If you like, I can perform it for you.I’ll just need you to start each day in my office with your shirt off.”
She giggled.
He pinched both her nipples and pulled.
She gasped.
“Breast cancer is no laughing matter, Miss Jones.I expect you to take it quite seriously.”
“Okay,” she murmured and he released her aching peaks.
“Lung cancer is a serious matter as well.I haven’t decided yet how to drive that point home.”He slid his fingers under the waistband of her scrubs.“Let’s get these off you now.”
She lifted her pelvis and he shucked both the scrub pants and her panties at the same time.He stopped and held the Batman panties up, stretching them wide to view the sparkly fucsia bat printed on black cotton.“These are cute.”
She blushed and reached for them, but he snatched them out of her grasp, making a tsking noise.
“Now, now.There’s no reason to be embarrassed.I’m a doctor—I’ve seen it all.”
Chapter 2
Her insides were squirmier than a bowl full of eels.Embarrassed, uncomfortable, and totally turned on, she was dying to know his next move.How far would he take this?All the way?How far was that?And more importantly, would she ever be able to look him in the eye again?
“Pierced belly button,” he observed as he palpated her belly.“Very nice.Feet in the stirrups, please.And slide your bottom down to the edge.”
She obeyed, placing her heels in the plastic rings and scooting into the vulnerable position.
