Page 107 of Darling Venom
“Dr. Marchetti.” His professional tone snapped me back to reality.
Too late.
“I’m… I’m…”
“Seems that way.”
He slid his fingers back, slow, moving out of me, but I clenched around them. My hips thrust forward, toes curling again in their stirrups. My glutes tightened to angle myself, pushing his fingers deeper into me.
I had no control over my body.
I writhed before him.
There was no way I would ever be able to look him in the eye again. He’d done nothing wrong. If anything, it was me.
But it was the first thing to make me feel something other than dull, static pride for doing the right thing since The Night Of. Getting the top grades. Going to a good college. Finding a suitable job.
No, this didn’t feel comfortable and nice and proper. It felt real and messy and out-of-this-world.
It felt like something worth fighting for.
I came down from my orgasm like I was stepping through a fog. The shudders coursing through me were like the last waves of a hurricane, washing me back to shore.
When my ass finally hit the exam table, I realized Tate had withdrawn his hand from inside me and pulled his chair back, distancing himself from between my legs.
He took off his gloves with a snap.
“All clear,” he clipped. “On to the Pap smear.”
My teeth dug into my lower lip. I watched as he turned around, washing his hands and applying a fresh set of gloves.
Reality crashed in on me.
Oh, God.
What had I done?
I’d come on his fingers on the exam table.
And now he was acting as if nothing happened.
He’d said this would not end with him sending flowers or calling me, and I’d accepted his terms—even sent him a legally binding email about it—so why was I surprised and furious with myself when he carried on with the exam without paying any attention to what had just happened?
He had to know.
I felt my wetness pooling around my thighs and the table. I’d clenched around him.
He had. To. Know.
I stayed silent as he turned back to me, stepping between my legs again. I knew my face was flushed. That sweat left strands of hair clinging to my temples.
That I was still wet.
As if to confirm that, he took a few tissues and wiped my sex up and down. “I’m going to put a speculum inside you. It might feel a little weird, but I’ll make sure to fix the size to the narrowest setting. You’re very small, which is something you may want to talk to your future ob-gyn about, if and when you decide to have children.”
I was very small?
That was a good thing, right?
