| Author: | Jessica Whitethread | ISBN: | 9781311756411 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread | Publication: | December 11, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jessica Whitethread |
| ISBN: | 9781311756411 |
| Publisher: | Jessica Whitethread |
| Publication: | December 11, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
When Michelle hits it off with a handsome stranger at the grocery store, he leaves her with a fluttering heart and his business card that informs her he's a doctor with a practice downtown. Eager to see him again but too shy to approach him directly, she schedules an appointment for a check-up, even though she doesn't know what kind of doctor he is. In fact, it isn't before she finds herself sitting in his exam room until she learns just what kind of check-up she's scheduled for, and that she's signed up for some very hands on attention.
Before long, the young, handsome Dr. Huntley is finding out just what kind of effect he has on the eager but embarrassed young woman, and letting his own desires respond ...
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a medical exam, a handsome older doctor and his fertile younger patient, unprotected sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
"So, how long has it been since your last check-up?" he asked, glancing at his clipboard. "There seems to be a bit of a hole in your medical history."
I frowned slightly. "I saw Dr. Andrews just a year or two ago."
He looked down at the chart in slight puzzlement. "It says here that Dr. Andrews is a General Practitioner."
"That's right," I nodded, not sure what the problem was.
"Well, I was asking when was the last time you were seen by a gynecologist."
It took a moment to register what he had just said. I stared at him, my mouth opening slightly as I realized what he was saying. "Oh," I stammered trying to hide my confusion, "I'm sorry, I did get them confused. Let me think." I made a face like I was trying to reach back into my memory for the answer to his question, but on the inside my head was spinning. Gynecologist? Was that what he was? Was that what this appointment was? Did that mean ...
I found myself blushing furiously.
When Michelle hits it off with a handsome stranger at the grocery store, he leaves her with a fluttering heart and his business card that informs her he's a doctor with a practice downtown. Eager to see him again but too shy to approach him directly, she schedules an appointment for a check-up, even though she doesn't know what kind of doctor he is. In fact, it isn't before she finds herself sitting in his exam room until she learns just what kind of check-up she's scheduled for, and that she's signed up for some very hands on attention.
Before long, the young, handsome Dr. Huntley is finding out just what kind of effect he has on the eager but embarrassed young woman, and letting his own desires respond ...
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, a medical exam, a handsome older doctor and his fertile younger patient, unprotected sex, dominance and submissiveness. All characters are 18 or older.
Excerpt
"So, how long has it been since your last check-up?" he asked, glancing at his clipboard. "There seems to be a bit of a hole in your medical history."
I frowned slightly. "I saw Dr. Andrews just a year or two ago."
He looked down at the chart in slight puzzlement. "It says here that Dr. Andrews is a General Practitioner."
"That's right," I nodded, not sure what the problem was.
"Well, I was asking when was the last time you were seen by a gynecologist."
It took a moment to register what he had just said. I stared at him, my mouth opening slightly as I realized what he was saying. "Oh," I stammered trying to hide my confusion, "I'm sorry, I did get them confused. Let me think." I made a face like I was trying to reach back into my memory for the answer to his question, but on the inside my head was spinning. Gynecologist? Was that what he was? Was that what this appointment was? Did that mean ...
I found myself blushing furiously.
