Page 108 of Darling Venom
Did that mean he enjoyed fingering me? Hell, why won’t he say something about what happened here two minutes ago?
And then the rest of his sentence caught up to me.
My future ob-gyn.
As in, this would be the last time this happened. The last time he saw me. Was inside me.
Tate slid in the speculum, spreading the walls of my vagina. To my horror, the sensation was still very pleasant. In fact, a suction sound came from my greedy lady part.
I groaned in embarrassment, closing my eyes.
If I came again, I was divorcing my body.
He swiped my insides with a gentle brush, then removed the metal contraption. I still lay on the exam table, refusing to meet his eyes.
Technically, we didn’t have to see each other again. He’d made it clear he wouldn’t be my ob-gyn in the future, and I could drop off the donation slip in the mail.
My pride urged me to cut all contact with him, but the damn thing in my chest wouldn’t let me turn my back on him.
I wasn’t even sure who I was trying to save at this point.
Him or myself.
“All done. The results should be with you in the next forty-eight hours, a courtesy our clinic takes pride in.” He spun to me, his face void of emotions.
I was eager to make him comment on what had happened, but I felt strongly that I’d reached my pathetic quota for this year on his table.
“Thanks, I appreciate your time.”
To my surprise, it came out just as cold as his words.
I grabbed for my clothes before he even left. I wanted to get out of here, block the clinic’s number on my cell, and pretend like he’d never happened. Push him from my memory.
He leaned against the counter, watching me. “As for your hymen—”
“Please stop talking about my hymen.”
Tate stared at me with that look that drove me mad. Like I was a first-grader who’d just learned how to wipe her ass properly.
“As for your hymen…” he continued, undeterred. Bastard. “I’m not sure if you lost all or part of it, but you may experience some bleeding and discomfort. Don’t hesitate to contact the clinic if this persists.”
Yeah, dude. Totally.
I’ll call you up about the virginity you took from me using your fingers and that other metallic thing you shoved inside me.
“Sure. Yeah.”
“And when you do decide to have sexual intercourse in the future, please treat it as if you are a virgin, because ultimately, you are, and your body will need to adjust accordingly.”
I scowled at him, shoving my legs into my jeans.
It wasn’t fair. He hadn’t wanted to do this. Reagan made the appointment, and I all but begged for him over Dr. Bernard.
But to be honest, I was not only pissed at him for caving in to my stupid request. I was mainly pissed at myself for having zero self-control around him.
“Are you this concerned about all your patients’ sex lives?” I bit out.
“Of course,” he said, aloof. “I’m their ob-gyn.”
