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there. Hold firm. “Good girl.” Sweep of his fingers—a barely there touch that had me take in a deep breath. I held it in while he continued to stroke the skin there. Goosebumps arose and a hard shiver ran up my spine. Nipples tightened, hard buds that pushed against the soft cotton of my tank top. No bra. They were perky enough and the shirt called for it. “Goddamned beautiful,” he murmured to himself, yet I heard him loud and clear. “This is what’s going to happen, sweetheart. You’re to remain quiet for the remainder of my assessment. Not a word. No attitude or your ass will be tinged red by my hands.”
    Blushing, I looked up at him from beneath my lashes. “You wouldn’t. Goes against hospital policy.” Someone had to hold onto a smidgen of sanity; the man could lose his medical license.
    And I was beyond stupid for trying to stop this. You want him. God, I did.
    “Try me. I’m dying for you to.” That hand on my calf skimmed higher, paused mid-thigh and squeezed. His thumb extended out—with the slightest of touches—fondled the edge of my shorts. Right there, at the small gap that covered my soaked pussy from his hungry eyes. Eyes that now seemed darker. “I will assess you from head to toe and every single inch of skin in between. Nothing left untouched. Pray sweetheart, pray , that your claim is true and that this is just a sprain.”
    “And if it isn’t?” The question passed through my lips before I could stop it. Where the bravery had come from I had no clue.
    “If you have a fracture…” trailing off, he smirked and the action made him intimidating. There it was. That hint of danger that made me both nervous and left me wanting to taste a bit of the risk he presented. We both knew I was at his mercy.
    Fucked, and I wanted it to be in the literal sense.
    “Not a fracture.”
    “Not your call.” Nails dug in a bit and then he pulled back. Stood to his full height at the end of the standard bed and glared me down. “Remove every stitch of clothing and lay back. Spread those thighs, baby, and show me your sweet kitty. Let me make this neglected pussy better.”
    “That’s not necessary…shit!” One harsh smack to my thigh had me hissing through clenched teeth. Stung, yes, but that wasn’t my biggest problem. No. It was the shocking thrum of pain it sent to my clit.
    Pulsed.
    Throbbed.
    Hurt from the amounting need.
    “Sweetheart, it’s of no use to fight me. You’ll be naked and under me before this session is through.” Opening my mouth, I went to protest when he shook his head. “Consider yourself lucky, Nora. Different place or time, and you’d find yourself over my knee with a very hot bottom. My handprint all over your delectable ass,” he growled at the end, the sound deep and raw; a barely contained animal sending out a warning.
    “You…I…Jesus Christ!” Clenching my teeth, I sucked in a deep breath and tried to ignore the stinging of my thigh. His hand landed precisely across from where his first blow had landed. Jolts of pleasurable pain hit me and I tried to close my legs, something he wouldn’t permit.
    No. Instead, he pushed them further apart.
    “What part of quiet didn’t you understand? Silence.” Oh God, that voice of his alone could make me come. Like a rich dark chocolate being dripped over any decadent dessert. Sinful. Bad for you. My destruction. “Not a fucking peep, Nora. You’re pushing me.”
    “I haven’t.”
    “Learn something and fast, sweetheart. I do not condone that type of behavior from anyone, let alone, the woman I’ve chosen for myself.” My mouth opened and the hand on my thigh rose in a silent threat. My lips snapped shut. “Much better.”
    Lifting his hand, he brought them up to his mouth and kissed the tips before bringing them down to my own. Reed pressed them there for a second or two, before lowering them to my tank’s edge, and skimming lower. Didn’t pause at the swell of my breast as I thought he would. No, he