Page 99 of The Doctors Will See You Now

Me: No.

Will: What about… I’m so proud of you for arranging this charity function?

He really was so sweet to me sometimes.

But still, that didn’t mean I had to tell him he was…

Me: Nope.

Will: You’re the most brilliant woman I know.

Me: Still not working.

Will: Stay the night at my place tonight, and I’ll eat your pussy for a really long, long time…

My brows shot up with intrigue the instant I read the text.

Hmmm… Things have started to get interesting…

Me: How long?

Will: I won’t stop until you’re begging for my cock.

Yeah, okay, a girl could only hold out for so long. I gladly gave in and sent him my agreement in the form of four letters.

Me: Deal.

Will: Lovely doing business with you, Ms. Marco. ;) See you tonight.

I put my phone in my purse and focused my brainpower toward imagining tonight with Will.

Will’s face between my thighs… Will’s mouth on my pussy… Lots of orgasms…

And, suddenly, the sounds of Cassie shouting outrageous bids on every nude wasn’t so stressful anymore.

Today was the day. I was finally going to know what it felt like to have a baby.

Of course, I wasn’t a medical marvel, and Melody, my would-be baby daddy, had been good about remembering to use protection, but as Melody placed the first electrode on my stomach, I geared up to feel labor pain all the same. She’d rented a machine that allowed men to feel stomach contractions via electricity, and from the looks of the line waiting to try it out, it appeared to be the biggest hit of the day.

She’d been organizing this charity event for weeks now, and as I looked around at the crowd, games, and crazy-long line at the booth where donations were made, I grew to nearly bursting with pride. Not to mention all of the pregnant women who’d come to get prenatal care for free. It was obvious there was a demand out there that needed a supply.

“You did a great job on this event, Mel.”

“I know,” she agreed with a smile, and I laughed.

She smacked another electrode sticker down, right on top of some hairs, and I groaned. “Oh man. That one is going to hurt when you pull it off.”

She froze, her eyebrows nearly climbing to her hairline. “You’re kidding, right?”

“What? No? Why would I be kidding?”

“Oh, Will. You’re in trouble. Labor is going to hurt a whole lot worse than a tiny little waxing.”

I hadn’t understood the appeal of this kind of attraction, asking women to bring their men down for an experience in torture. But there literally had been a line of people waiting to do it all day long. The women looked positively gleeful. In fact, even Thatch and Cassie were getting set up a couple of beds down.

“What do you think, William?” Melody teased as she pressed on the last sticker and connected the wires. “Are you ready to have this baby?”

I laughed. “Normally, I’m telling women they don’t have a choice.”