Page 188 of The Doctors Will See You Now

“I like having sex with you.”

“And spending time with me.”

“I like when you cook me pancakes.”

“And spending time with me.”

I stayed silent, and he tickled my stomach this time.

“Jesus Christ, stop it!” I said once the tickles became too much.

“Say, I like spending time with you, Scott, and I’ll stop.”

“Never,” I said through panting and giggling breaths. “Stop it!” I shouted and tried to wiggle myself out of his arms, but his biceps flexed tighter.

“Say it, Harlow.”

“No!”

He didn’t say anything after that. Instead, he flipped me onto my back with ease and straddled my hips with his naked body. He grinned down at me while his strong hands held my wrists gently to the bed.

“You know what I think it’s time for?” he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

“For you to let me go?”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“Sexy times?”

He chuckled. “Not that either.”

“Then what?” I asked and tested his hold on my wrists with a few impatient tugs.

His charming smirk urged a smile to my lips, and my reaction only made his smirk grow wider with amusement.

Sexy bastard.

“I think Dr. Hickey needs to make the rounds.”

“No. No. No.” My eyes went wide. “Dr. Hickey needs to leave my skin the fuck alone.”

Scott shook his head. “He definitely needs to check a few spots. See how things are looking…”

I tried to buck his body off of mine with a few upward thrusts of my hips, but it was useless. Not only was Scott Shepard’s body sculpted like a fucking Greek god, but those drool-worthy muscles served a purpose. The man was strong.

His lips moved down my jaw to my neck until they reached the spot between my breasts. His mouth sucked a little at the skin there, and I squirmed under his hold.

“Do not give me another fucking hickey,” I demanded, and he grinned up at me.

“You know…” he started but paused to suck gently at the skin of my left breast. “I could maybe be convinced to stop if you…”

“If I what?”

“If you admitted something…”

“Not happening.” I shook my head. “I know you think the sun rises and sets on your cocky ass, but that is not how it works.”

“Okay.” He shrugged. “If you insist…” he whispered, and his lips found the top of my right breast. His tongue sneaked out and tasted my skin before his mouth formed a gentle suction on the now sensitive skin.