Page 333 of The Doctors Will See You Now

It better be fucking pepperoni. I only ate pizza with pepperoni and extra cheese. Everything else was a waste of time and toppings.

“Yep.”

“Extra cheese?”

“Yep.”

I opened the door again, and Scott stood on the other side—looking like the only man in the world for me—with a giant smile fixed across his mouth. Before he could say anything, I snatched the pizza box from his hands and sashayed my ass down the entryway and into the kitchen.

Luckily, he followed my determined lead, shutting the door behind himself and smiling like a handsome loon once he reached the kitchen.

God, this man. I really liked him.

More than like…

The mere idea of that thought should have scared the ever-loving shit out of me, but for some reason, my chest didn’t feel tight, and my usual fight-or-flight response seemed to be napping. Which was confusing as hell, but also made sense at the same time.

I liked his mind. And his sexy as fuck body. And the way he could always make me laugh my ass off with effortless, witty sarcasm. And good God, his sexy smiles and sexy smirks—two markedly different things—and his ability to be charming even in the most stressful of times.

I was a sucker for it—all of him. I wanted to lick every inch of him and everything that made him the man I couldn’t seem to resist like a motherfucking Charms Blow Pop.

But minus the gum in the middle. Just his perfect penis, preferably inside of me…

Yeah. I liked everything about Scott Shepard.

Do I just like him, though? Or is it something more than that? I thought to myself as I grabbed some plates and wineglasses from the cabinet.

Scott didn’t give me any time to delve into that thought process any further. He was always active, fluttering around or twirling my hair or tapping a finger on my leg. It was like he had all of this excess energy when he wasn’t on the emergency room floor, but he was an expert in expelling it and being at ease simultaneously. I’d never seen someone manage such a complicated combination so flawlessly before. Tonight was no different.

He spanked my ass playfully, and I turned to find him standing behind me with a flirtatious grin stamped across his mouth.

“What was that for?”

He shrugged. “I blame the shorts.”

“Really?” A firm hand went to my hip. “And what exactly did my shorts do?”

“They are driving me fucking crazy,” he said and moved toward me in three smooth strides. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me onto the kitchen counter with ease. “I can’t stop thinking about what is underneath this skimpy as fuck material.” He pushed my thighs apart and eased his body in between them. And with one determined index finger, he ran a smooth line up my calf to my knee until he reached my upper thigh.

I bit back a moan as his finger danced across my skin, just below the material of my shorts.

Holy moly, that feels good…

“What’s underneath, Low?” he whispered as he slid his finger underneath my shorts. “Am I going to find a bare cunt?”

Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Maybe,” I said on a half moan, half whimper.

His gaze stayed locked with mine as his finger continued the trail beneath my shorts until it reached the apex of my thighs. He brushed through my arousal and let out a little tsk tsk from his lips.

“I think someone is a little bit of a liar. This is a bare and wet little cunt,” he said with a wicked grin as he slid that persistent finger inside of me.

In and out, in and out, he went, and I moaned out loud.

“Guess what we’re going to do right now?” he asked and increased the rhythm of his finger while his thumb joined the pleasure party and rubbed smooth circles against my clit.

Fucking hell. That’s good.