Page 33 of Must Be Love - Irresistible Bachelors

Then there’s the fact that a nurse could walk in. There were two nurses sitting behind Ginger in the receptionist’s office, eating their lunches. I would be horrified if one of them found me nude on the exam table.

So I decide against that. Instead, I sit in a chair and wait for Dr. Blake.

There’s a knock on the door, and my heart starts to race once again.

“Come in,” I call out, though I’m not sure it’s necessary. This is AJ’s office, after all. He’s allowed to enter any room he wants.

The door opens, and there stands Dr. Blake. He’s wearing his lab coat over blue scrubs that hug his chest and do nothing to hide the outline of his abs.

The breath leaves my chest. I should say something, but I can’t. Instead, I stare at Dr. Blake. He’s the one who breaks the silence.

“Hello, Amber. It’s great to see you again.”

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AJ

As soon as I enter the exam room, my cock is stiff.

Amber is perched on her chair, looking perfectly innocent, wearing tight black pants and a business-casual top that accentuates her breasts. I bet she has no idea what she’s doing to me right now. That outfit is almost enough to make me blow my load right now.

“Hello, Amber,” I manage to choke out. “It’s great to see you again.”

She blushes. Is she remembering what happened the last time we were in this room? Does she want it to happen again? I sure hope so. I don’t think I can keep my hands off her.

“Hi, Dr. Blake.”

“I thought I told you to call me AJ.”

“Right, sorry. AJ. I’m still getting used to that.”

I could get used to my name on her lips. Though there’s something else I’d like to do to her mouth.

My cock twitches. I’d hoped this appointment would be easy to get through, but my body has other plans. Being in the same room with Amber again is doing things to me.

I wish I was doing things to her.

Amber is such a breath of fresh air. I was just with another patient who is the same age as her, but they couldn’t be more different. This patient was stick thin and overly concerned with how she looks. Despite it being an appointment to look at her acne, she covered her face with makeup. I had to wait for her to wipe it all off before we could start her appointment, which is what made this appointment run late.

She’s probably still in the exam room reapplying her makeup right now. I didn’t try to fight her on it. She would’ve thrown a fit if I’d made her leave before her face was caked with powder.

Amber isn’t like that at all. She’s completely natural. I don’t think it’s just because of the appointment, either. She was barely wearing any makeup when I met her at the convention.

Then there’s her body. Damn, does she look good. Amber is just my type. She has meat on her bones. All the more for me to hold onto as I plow into her.

New York is filled to the brim with skinny women. They say it’s because you walk everywhere in New York, so the girls stay in shape. I call bullshit on that. Most women in the city work desk jobs, and they wear stilettos. They’re not walking anywhere.

No, these women are skinny because they never eat. I see women almost every day who come in with sallow skin. They ask me why they’re suffering from jaundice. It’s not jaundice. Their skin is like that because they’re not eating. People think that a limited diet is a good idea, but it’s not. Food and water help keep our skin looking healthy. Sure, there are foods to avoid, but women need to eat, or they’re going to look terrible as they get older.

My patients don’t like to hear that. They want a fix that doesn’t require them to change their lifestyles. Those are the patients I send away. Then they leave me poor reviews because I couldn’t help them.

It’s a vicious cycle. Patients like that are why I’m glad my cosmeceutical company is doing so well. If it keeps growing at this rate, I’ll be able to limit my dermatology practice to only a select few patients. Then I’ll never have to deal with the annoying ones again.

“How are you doing?” I ask Amber, realizing we’ve been silent for way too long.

She fiddles with the hem of her shirt.

“I’m okay. How are you?”

“I’m great. I had the best sandwich for lunch earlier. I’m still thinking about it now.”

This gets a laugh out of the beautiful woman. I take a moment to really appreciate her curves. She is truly the opposite of everyone else in this city. Her narrow waist flares into wide hips and a big bottom. Her breasts can barely be contained by her shirt and bra. I remember tasting them last week. She has extremely sensitive nipples. Yet another thing to like about her.

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