The way he watched her, his fingers inside her, on her, touching the naked digits clenching with each pulse of wicked pleasure, was one of the most intimate things she’d ever experienced.
It was the first orgasm of her life. It lasted so long she forgot to breathe. For once her mind became quiet and how she felt was all that mattered. She couldn’t think of anything but how amazing it was. The top of her head threatened to explode when he slid his fingers out, his thumb caressed the knot at the top of her sex one last time, making her suck in a sharp breath. She exhaled, every cell in her body going completely limp.
“That was perfect.” He removed all of the equipment, cleaned her pussy with a soft cloth, tossed it and his gloves in the trash. He planted his knuckles beside her torso. His heat warmed her as he stood next to her. “I knew you’d be beautiful when you came. Uninhibited. Free. Very sexy, Jane.”
She cleared her throat, still spread-eagle, and was amazed that she grinned. “I didn’t know it would be like that. Is it as intense every time?”
He chuckled, brushing a hair from her mouth. “If you’re doing it right.”
She wanted nothing more than to nuzzle his hand and sleep for a week. She bitch-slapped her inner romantic, reminding her for the hundredth time, that wasn’t what this was about, and tuned in to the end of what he was saying.
“I’d like to take an MRI of your head and your pelvis. Can you come back tomorrow?”
“Not until after work. It would be late. I’ve got meetings most of the day.”
“Come by as soon as you can. We’ll get started right away, but it may take a couple of hours.”
What was she doing? She didn’t even have her all-mighty planner with her. She might have an evening staff meeting, or a dinner-date with Tabatha, her best friend, and she was always more responsible than making plans with no notice at all.
“I’ll be here around six.”
“Perfect. Take a few minutes to relax, get dressed. I’ve left bottled water on the counter for you. Make sure to stay hydrated. You’re going to need it. Someone will be in to check on you in a few minutes to make sure you’re okay to drive. I’ll see you tomorrow night, Jane.”
Best non-date date plans she’d ever had.
Ever.
Chapter Six
If there was ever a night she just wanted to say “fuck it”, the next night won the gold medal. Her eight-hour day turned into twelve. She skipped lunch, grabbed a package of peanut butter and honey crackers from the lounge vending machine at three o’clock. More than once it passed her mind to sell her second kidney to be able to go home, kick her shoes off and crawl into bed.
She tried to move her appointment with Dr. Hottie, fear and workday circumstances fusing to create the perfect excuse, but the receptionist had told her he’d wait for her, no matter how late it was. Exhaustion should have plagued her, instead energy surged through her veins and she wasn’t naïve enough to think it was for any reason but the man who held the door open to his reception area.
“I haven’t eaten since early this morning, had a feeling you might be in the same shape. You hungry?” His white coat was surprisingly absent, along with his tie. He’d released the top button on his red dress shirt, exposing the edges of his tanned collarbones.
She rolled her tongue inside her mouth, wondering what he’d taste like in the hollow of his throat. She brushed past him, catching a hint of cologne, which made her mouth water. Took her a second to replay the tape in her head to figure out what he’d asked.
“I’m pretty sure wolfing crackers like they’re the last Ding Dongs in existence doesn’t count as an actual meal. I’m starving.”
He gifted her with a wonderfully rich laugh, his hand on her lower back urging her through the darkened waiting room and around to his office. “I’m glad.” Several small trays of food sat on a side table off to one side of his office.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt your dinner. I knew I should have held firm in rescheduling…”
“I’m a good-sized guy, but I can’t eat all this. I had it brought in for both of us. We can grab a meal together, chat for a few, unwind, and then we’ll get your MRI going. I’ll still try to have you home before your bedtime.”
Grab a meal together. He said it so nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. She stomped her giddy girlie feelings into the plush brown carpet and elbowed the unrealistic ramifications aside. This was nothing other than a mutual way for them not to die from starvation. After setting her things down, she met him at the table where he’d rolled up his shirt sleeves to fill a plate.
“I’ve got you some chicken salad and fruit. I ignored the crackers since it sounds like you already covered that food group for the day. Would you like anything else?” He glanced at her, focused on nothing but her for a few short moments, and those stupid-ass romantic feelings she’d flattened earlier twitched on the floor.
She smiled, unable to help herself. “If I eat half of what’s already on that plate I’m not going to be able to fit in the MRI tube.” She lifted the plate from his hand, brushing his thumb as they did the hand-off. He didn’t shy away from her, didn’t act awkward or unsure. He remained close and vigilant to what she might need.
“Sorry. I’ve got brothers and I’m used to feeding them. They all eat like each meal could be their last. Make yourself comfortable.” He tucked some plastic utensils and a napkin into her hand, gesturing toward the sofa along the long wall beneath his degrees and awards. And it was no small wall. “I’ll grab a plate and be right with you.”
She couldn’t resist his carpet. Kicking off her Christian Louboutin heels, she stretched her toes, sighing happily as she sank onto his leather couch.
“Long day?” he asked, piling his plate with food.
“It was one of those ‘even though it didn’t say Monday on the top of the planner it should have’ kind of days.”
“Ah, yes I know those well.”
He grabbed them both bottled water, setting them on coasters on the small coffee table in front of them. He settled beside her, touching her knee with his, sending a fountain of fireworks rushing to the top of her head.
She tucked a foot beneath her, moving her leg slightly away from him so she didn’t hyperventilate from his nearness alone. Not considering in a short time he was going to be scanning her head and girlie parts.
A blush burned her cheeks as she dug into her food. She decided idle chitchat was better than that train of thought. “Brothers. How many do you have?”
“Four. I’m the oldest.”
“Imagine that. I’m shocked.”
“Oh a comedienne too? Maybe I should have bought a ticket to the show.”
“No worries, the dinner more than makes up for the price of admission.”
“Good to know,” he added with a nod in her direction. “We grew up in Kansas. Actually I’ve only been up here a couple years. We’re all doctors. Or dentists, sorry. Craig, my youngest brother, decided he wanted different letters after his name. Had to be unique.”
“Always gotta have a black sheep, just be thankful it’s not you. I’m the brainiac in the family. My mom and siblings are all artistic in some way. Sculptor, painter, Whole Foods market owner and guitarist for a rock band. I can’t sing or play an instrument, and my stick figures look bad. It was physics for me all the way. I’m quite analytical, don’t know if you noticed.”
The eyebrow made an appearance. “I think it may have crossed my mind a time or two.”
Victoria bit into a strawberry, relishing the sweet tartness and delicious red flesh. “What about the rest? Married? Children? White picket fence?”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin, taking a swallow from his water bottle. “Never been married, no kids. I’ve got a condo which suits me just fine. I’ve got a pool I don’t have to clean, a gym literally thirty seconds from my front door, and I’m not home enough to mess with a yard or pets. Perfect.”
“Married to the job. Sounds like me. I’m the young
est PhD in my department ever to make tenure. I work sixty- to seventy-hour weeks and a night on the town is reading a new science fiction novel in front of my gas fireplace. I don’t need progeny or furry creatures taking over my house to feel complete. I love my life.”
He got up and threw his trash away. “We’re definitely cut from the same cloth.” He pointed at the food trays. “Want anything else?”
She stood, patting her tummy. “Couldn’t eat another bite. Thank you for dinner. You didn’t have to but I’m glad you did.” Her trash followed the way of his and she slipped her shoes on again as he covered the leftovers.
“My pleasure. I know this is an appointment you weren’t counting on this week. I wanted you to know how much I appreciate you taking the time to come.”
A giggle slipped out before she could stop it. She slapped a hand over her mouth, but once the first one made an appearance she couldn’t stop the nervous laughter erupting into the space around them. She wiped away tears, not remembering when she’d laughed so hard. “That was awesome. Definitely something I’ll take time for.” She laughed again, grabbing her purse.
“Smart-ass,” he grumbled with a smirk as they walked down the hall.
At his prompting she preceded him into the MRI suite. “It’s true, but you did leave yourself wide open for that one.” When he said nothing back she twisted around, freezing in place with the vision he made.
He faced her while rolling down his sleeves, buttoning them at the cuffs before slipping on his crisp white doctor coat. He was hands-down the sexiest guy she’d ever met. “If only…” flitted through her head again, but she shook it off.
He stared at her, cataloging every breath she took, every muscle twitch. Every part of her loved the fact he could name each of those muscles while they spasmed. For him.
“I can’t have any metal of any kind in the scans. No zippers, or snaps, nor underwire so I’ll need you naked for the test, Jane. Hop to it. Everything off. But don’t worry—I promise to keep you warm.”
Peeling off item after item, she stared right back at him. There was something clinical yet utterly delicious about the fact that he was putting clothes on as she stripped hers off.
His nostrils flared almost imperceptibly when he eyed her legs. Her pussy creamed for him from that simple gesture. After one last perusal of her body from head to stiletto, he finally turned away to get everything set up for her test.
She tucked her bra and panties beneath her skirt and sweater, stepping out of her shoes again. “The floor’s like ice. Oh my gosh. I’m going to freeze to death before we—”
He was beside her before she could suck in a startled inhale, lifting her easily into his arms and off the cold tile.
“Chivalry really isn’t dead.”
“I did take the Hippocratic Oath to care for my patients. Never let it be said I didn’t take that part seriously.”
“No complaints from me. You can use me for a reference any time.”
He stared at her while he laid her on the moveable MRI table. Her head was closest to the opening of the tube. “I just might take you up on that, Jane.” He withdrew wide padded leather cuffs from his pocket, wrapping them around each of her wrists. Two more cuffs for her ankles, and he put them on her with practiced ease. “For your safety.” He glanced at her, finishing his task.
Her back arched on its own every time he looked at her like that. The big bad wolf had nothing on Dr. Hottie. She should have asked for a towel to be laid beneath her before they got started. With the looks he gave her, she was going to make a mess.
The table he placed her on reminded her of one of those boards magicians used to give the illusion of floating. Nothing but open space resided beneath it. A grid of straps sat nestled between her and the slightly padded surface. Some hung free and others attached to the very edge of the top of the table.
“What am I lying on? What are the straps for?”
“It’s called a segufix.”
No more information was forthcoming, but his lips were distinctly tilted upward.
Her heart kicked into overdrive, sending her pulse racing. This wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when he said he wanted an MRI.
Across the room he grabbed a blanket from a drawer.
“Won’t that mess up the scan?”
“Not at all. No metal.”
“Then why couldn’t you have warned me earlier in the week to wear something without metal and I could have stayed dressed?”
A mischievous smile crossed his face so fast she thought she might have imagined it.
“We’ll get to that in just a minute.”
He laid the warm fleece on her from her chin down to her feet, making her forget her curiosity. “Mmm…that’s a little slice of heaven.”
While her eyes were closed, basking in the blissful warmth, Dr. Hottie covered her eyes with a blindfold, tying it behind her head before she could utter a peep of protest.
“The tube is small and I don’t want you panicking in the middle of the test. This is what we’ve figured out works best.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he laid what she thought was his thumb across her lips.
“Trust, Jane. Just trust me.”
“I’m trying, but…it’s hard.”
“Most worthwhile things are. It’s why they’re so sweet when we finally achieve them.” He used one of the straps beneath her to bind her forehead down. Then her throat, shoulders, beneath her breasts, moving the blanket aside to tighten the straps directly on her skin.
She should have been terrified. Running for the hills, but all she could concentrate on was how sexy she felt being bound by him. That realization caught her off guard, making her frown. She was a ball-buster at work and accomplished things because of it. Why she would willingly give up control like that freaked her out. Just not enough to call a halt to it.
“You have to remain still so I can get clear images, and I’ll talk to you the entire time.”
He reached below the blanket, grabbing a wide strap from below her waist. His hands warmed her skin everywhere he touched. He reached over the far side of her, bringing a strap up, crossing it over her abdomen and attaching it to the cuffed wrist closest to him. He repeated the process for her other wrist, tightening the straps until her arms were crossing in front of her, plumping her breasts between her arms like some kind of kinky offering.
She wiggled, feeling a bit like a pretzel. Squirming made her body cool and heat in rapid succession. Liquid spilled from her core. She tightened her legs together, but he slowly moved down her body, restraining her, a section at a time. Her time of hiding her reaction to him was at an end.
A wide cuff wrapped around her upper thigh on the side closest to him. He widened her legs to maneuver the leather into place. The displacement of air from his hand alone was erotic, making her double her efforts not to hump it when he moved close enough. Quickly, her other thigh wore a cuff as well, then they were bound tightly to the sides of the table.
She couldn’t see what he did. She couldn’t see anything but the faint tease of light slipping under the edges of the blindfold. Her gaze bounced around to where she vaguely remembered things being in the room. Her fingers twitched, not knowing what he would do next. She could still curl them into a fist, giving her something to concentrate on.
“I’ve got hand and wrist restraints as well, for the unruly patients. Hard base, webbed support for the fingers so they can’t touch. Reminds me of a beaver paw. I’m glad you’re being a good girl, Jane. I reward good girls.” She couldn’t see his face but heard satisfaction in his voice.
“Mmm…” crept out before she could swallow it.
Every tug of the straps between her legs made her nipples tighten, reminding her of the electricity connected to them the day before. She cleared her throat. “What exactly are you looking for anyway?” Her breathy question was little more than a whisper, as he tested the tightness of the straps.
“Do you remember whe
n I was telling you about the new information we’ve recently acquired about the clitoris? The new knowledge is still in its infancy. Part of my grant research is on that clitoral complex, specifically on how it affects and alters a woman’s ability to orgasm.”
“Not something I was aware of, but how are you going to test for it, or scan it while I’m trussed up like a turkey?”
He walked away but came back, dragging one of her feet off the table. He did the same for the other one, then something snapped beneath her.
She tried to separate her feet but he’d cuffed her ankles together, opening her pussy to whatever he had planned for her. Her thighs remained locked on the table. She was at his mercy. Her pussy spasmed all the way into her abdomen, making it contract against the restraints.
“Ear buds.” He warned before placing something small in her ears. Her neurons were drowning in lust, so at first she thought they were ear plugs but—
“Can you hear me?” It was as if he spoke from inside her head.
“Yes, but I could hear you just fine before.”
“When the machine starts it’s extremely loud. This way you’ll be able to hear me telling you to come, even when the test is in progress. And I’ll be able to hear when you ask permission.”
Permission? Panting inhales and exhales filled the room. She knew they were coming from her but she couldn’t slow them down or quiet them.
“I’m gonna move you in.” A motor vibrated in the table and he backed her in, closer and closer to what she knew was the tube entrance. Her breathing echoed off the walls as soon as her head was inside. “I’m going to test your clitoral complex by giving you an orgasm during the MRI.”
He stopped her just as her heels brushed the main portion of the machine.
If she’d been connected to an electroencephalograph her brain waves would have flat-lined. She had to strain to follow the conversation. “An orgasm…”
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