Page 87 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Her world shattered immediately at my words, locking my dick in a vise so tight I had no choice but to come right along with her.

I leaned forward so that my chest met her back and smoothed her hair up off the skin of her neck so I could whisper there, “Feel good, baby?”

“So good.”

Pulling my cock out slowly, I watched as my come leaked out to coat the trail I left behind. Mesmerized, I reached forward and swiped my fingers through it, spreading it all over every part of her pussy, up over her asshole, and onto one perfect cheek. The feel of it on her skin pulled me in, and Melody kneeled completely still, watching me over her shoulder.

Both of us moaned when I brought my hand down on her decorated ass with a sharp slap.

I nodded. “Yep. I’m thinking we’re going to have to do this again in the future.”

She laughed; I turned serious, my eyes locked on this insanely beautiful woman still perched on her knees with her body bared and vulnerable for my eyes.

“God, Mel, you’re fucking perfect.”

I love you.

I caught the faint pink tint of her cheeks, and I smiled. Yeah, she was perfect. For me.

After a few kisses to her lips, I moved to the bathroom and got a wet washcloth to clean her up while she waited there in the same vulnerable position. She watched as I wiped myself from her skin with gentle care.

“You okay?” I asked, and once again, she nodded.

“Time for bed?” I questioned further, and her face melted into a smile.

“What time do you want your cab in the morning? You want to be late like usual or strive for on time?” I teased. She still wouldn’t let us go to work together or leave at the same time, but tonight, in this perfect moment, I had absolutely no desire to dwell on what that could mean.

She laughed and leaned in to touch her mouth to mine one more time, and that kiss turned into two. By the time we got to five, I knew she wasn’t going to answer my question.

But Mel was in my arms, happy, and on her way to at least one more orgasm for the night, and I couldn’t think of a reason to dwell if I tried.

“Here,” Marlene grumbled and tossed down a small white box onto my keyboard—while I was still physically typing on it, mind you.

But considering it wasn’t a Tuesday or a lunch she wasn’t responsible for providing, it wasn’t like she was acting abnormally.

I glanced down at the box and read the words, “Goddess Cup” aloud.

It was a menstrual cup that had recently been released to the market, and I only knew that because of my job. I hadn’t ever been a menstrual cup user or advocate—which made me wonder what kind of horrible reason prompted her to give it to me in the first place. “Why are you giving me this?”

“You need to test it,” she said but didn’t offer any other explanation.

God. I just knew the reason for her unplanned air delivery wasn’t going to be a good one.

“Test it?”

She nodded and plopped her ass down into her designated chair. “Yeah. Test. It.”

What in the fuck is happening?

“This is a menstrual cup, Mar. Why would I have to test it?”

Three huffs of irritation left her lips one right after the other. Apparently, she was the one put out here. “Because I don’t have a uterus, and you do. Plus, you’re on your period this week,” she explained as if that would aid in clearing up my confusion.

Why in the hell does she know I’m on my period? Am I dreaming right now?

I closed my eyes tightly for a good ten seconds to scroll through all of the reasons that even justifiable homicide would land me in prison, and then, when I finally had myself talked out of the cardinal sin, I opened them again.

One thing at a time.