Page 103 of Darling Venom
I licked my lips again.
I needed to stop.
My brain screamed at me not to check if he had an erection. He would notice.
“It’s fine.”
It came out groggy.
Like I’d been drugged.
“Now for the Pap smear. Seeing as you’ve never had sexual intercourse before, it is unlikely you have cervical cancer or cancerous cells. In most cases, cervical cancer is caused by a sexually transmitted infection called HPV. However, it’s always good to be on the safe side. Plus, there are other factors to take in, such as a history of cancer in the family, smoking, etcetera. At any rate…” He moved toward my lower body. “I’ll be very careful. The chances of your hymen being affected by this exam are absurdly low, so try to relax. Now spread your legs for me, Charlie.”
It wasn’t what he said but the way he said it that made my eyes snap to his in horror. He’d called me Charlie, and his voice was no longer taciturn. It had the faintest touch of a smoky, bossy tint.
One that said: This is an order, not a request.
We held each other’s gazes for a second too long. Long enough to know he’d slipped up. That calling me Charlie hadn’t been intentional.
He was losing control, too.
Tate patted a stirrup, stepping out of our weird mutual reverie. “Need help?”
His smoldering voice did things to my insides I was never going to recover from.
Say no.
“Yes, please.”
He picked my feet up and placed them in the stirrups. His touch was so tender and confident, I wanted to cry.
It was the first moment I let myself admit I wanted to be fucked by Dr. Tatum Marchetti. Ruthlessly hard and mercilessly filthy.
I wanted us to do things that would make the pretty blonde he’d brought to orgasm in his office blush.
And I was going to Hell for this, because he was my late best friend’s brother.
I was wide open in front of him now. Tate placed himself on a chair between my legs. I instinctively pressed my knees together.
“Miss Richards,” he said softly.
I closed my eyes, running through a series of pleas in my head, not sure which I wanted.
Please, don’t make this awkward.
Please, don’t embarrass me.
Please, don’t suggest Dr. Bernard and humiliate me.
Please, hurry up. Touch me already.
My nipples were so sore with need, one more flick of a thumb would undo me.
I swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“Now’s a good time to open your legs.”
I was sure his choice of words was not accidental, professional or not.
