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Blonde, blue eyed, and with a tight ass. Not many were immune.
    “I’ve seen the way men look at you.” That finger dipped lower, under the bottom edge of my shirt. Stroked the skin there—a few sweeps, and then they encompassed the expanse. Nails dug in to almost the point of pain. “But you don’t. You have no clue do you? Or is it that you don’t care?”
    “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “That you’ve failed to see me the way I see you.”

Six
    Doctor’s Orders…
     
     
    I gulped.
    Felt the cool rush of juices as they coated my labia.
    Endured the subtle tilt of his hips—one brush of his hardened cock against my thigh. That one touch nearly had me undone. So close and yet so far. I’d never wept for a dick before, but I was close to my demise.
    And all that without moving a single inch. Fuck , I wanted to . Wanted to arch up against him and satisfy my urge for more.
    To run my fingers through his hair and pull him down to me, press those juicy lips against my own. Take what he’d been taunting me with since he entered that waiting room. Yet, it was my fear of rejection that held me in place.
    Instead, I laid there and waited.
    Braved his eye-fuck with as much nonchalance as I could muster while every fiber of my being begged for me to ride his face. Make him kiss each one of my injuries and use his tongue as the salve needed to recuperate.
    Lower, his hazel orbs swept across my abs and toward the one place that ached the most. They settled over my shorts. Tiny, they were the kind you wore to the beach on a hot day that left little to the imagination. Indecent, yet comfortable. It’d been the perfect outfit for a late night bonfire after a scorching day out.
    That and they fit my ass like a glove with just the tiniest bit of my cheeks left out and exposed.
    And yet, with the way his eyes narrowed and glared at the denim fabric, one would venture to believe I was wearing a Mumu.
    Right there. Between my legs. He never wavered.
    Didn’t make any apologies either; he was frustrated with me and I didn’t understand the why.
    A shiver ran up my spine and I wiggled on the bed; he followed the movement with closed fists. Enjoyed the way the tips of my exposed cheeks moved while I tried to get comfortable. If the prominent bulge in his pants was anything to go by, I would be in a world of hurt. Kind of pleasurable pain that made me weak-kneed.
    Testing my theory, I lowered my body a bit. Left more of myself teetering on the edge of the mattress and noted how he swallowed hard in return.
    “Clothing off.” Another warning; his voice echoing off the all-white walls. One would think the man was being tortured by the pained expression on his face. “Now.”
    “How can I when you have me handcuffed?”
    “Fuck, you push me.” Reed clenched and unclenched his hands several times before standing to his full height. He took a few steps back. Took his body heat away from me and left me in a total state of confusion. Both his actions and now silence consumed the space; made the room appear smaller. His scent infiltrated my senses and made breathing hard.
    He couldn’t leave me here like this.
    Or was this part of some sick and twisted game used to fuck with my already cloudy head.
    Being doubtful of my appeal wasn’t something I was accustomed to. Threw me for a loop, one I hated. Excitement and untimely doubt filled my body leaving me a jittery mess.
    With his inappropriate stares and commanding presence, he pulled me in, held me there, at the edge, and then removed himself.
    “I’m not a toy.” Weak and meek, I looked over his head at the small clock mounted on the wall. “Get someone else to check me.”
    “Nora,” he spoke low; a sinful caress of my name while facing me. “I want you to listen and listen carefully. Understood?”
    “Yes—”
    “Answer me with a nod.” Following his instruction, I nodded and he smiled. Walked the few steps between us and placed a hand over my calf. Just held it