Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
She goes an even deeper shade of magenta.
“Well, that’s what I’m here to ask you for help with. You see, I was having some fun on my own … and well, my toy got lost.”
I stare at her.
“I’m sorry? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She shakes her head a bit, and those brown curls bob.
“Well, I was having some fun with a toy. A personal toy, if you will.”
I stare at her.
“You mean a vibrator?”
She bites her lip and looks down, unable to meet my gaze.
“Yes,” she whispers. “And it got lost inside me.”
That makes me sit up straight as my eyes bulge out.
“I beg your pardon?”
She bites her lip again, before looking up at me with a shamefaced expression.
“It’s not a big toy,” she explains. “It’s just a small one to have fun with, and I was playing with it up in my room. It got stuck. Inside. Need I say more?”
I stare at her.
“Well, this seems to be a very unique situation,” is my drawl. “I’ve seen a lot during my days as a doctor, but this is definitely one of the more delightful situations I’ve encountered. How did it get stuck exactly?”
This time, Kayla goes absolutely crimson.
“Well, maybe it’s easier if I show you, seeing that you’re a physician,” she says in a hesitant tone. “Do you think you could help me get it out with your medical expertise?”
A low growl sounds out from my throat.
“I can try, honey, but I don’t want to promise anything. Let me take a look first.”
With that, Kayla nods shyly as I stand up at my desk. I tower over her small, curvy form and together, we leave the home office.
“Should we go to my room?” she asks nervously.
I shake my heading, taking her small, soft hand in mine.
“Why don’t we go to mine instead?”
With that, we turn and head down the hall.
5
Kayla
Oh my gosh, this is really happening. My ex-stepdad is going to give me a medical exam in order to solve my little “problem.” I should be embarrassed as all get-out, and I am, but I’m also insanely turned on.
It’s wrong, I know. After all, George was married to my mother for a few years. They had to be married in order for him to qualify for his green card, but he’s never really been my dad. After all, it was a sham marriage from the start, and there was never a shred of attraction between him and Victoria. As a result, there isn’t any sort of family feeling between us.
Instead, the current of electricity sparking between us is decidedly unfamilial. My cheeks are burning and every part of my body feels hot. My nips are hard and I swear, I’m moist down there already even though I shouldn’t be. Or perhaps it’s left over from my personal fun from fifteen minutes ago. Who knows? All I’m certain of is that I’m feeling hot and steamy and that’s all that matters.
Hesitantly, I set foot in George’s room. I’ve been here before but it’s been a long time. It’s a spacious bedroom done up with heavy, wooden furniture and navy bedding. He has a huge, king-size bed in the center, with a giant armoire and a flat screen TV mounted before the bed. An en suite leads off to his private bathroom. A heavenly scent of male musk greets my nostrils and I breathe deeply. This is George’s personal smell and it’s spicy and masculine without being heavy. My private parts moisten more as my nips tingle.
“Um, how should we do this?” I ask tentatively, still loitering by the door. My ex-stepdad’s expression is very professional and he gestures to the bed.
“Why don’t you lie back and let me take a look?” he asks in a neutral voice. “I’ll need to do an exam to get an idea of what’s going on.”
I bite my lip.
“Um, okay sure.” With that, I take a seat and begin to lie back, but then my hands hesitate. This doesn’t seem quite right.
“Should I take off my robe?” I ask in a hesitant tone.
George grins at me.
“That would help, wouldn’t it?”
Immediately, I feel like an idiot. Of course I have to take off my robe. How else is he going to examine me? Suddenly, I realize I have nothing to be afraid of because George is a doctor. He sees people nude all the time, and they’re not all young women like myself. He probably sees everyone under the sun, including sixty-year old men and middle-aged ladies with varicose veins. I’m probably cake walk compared to those patients.
Slowly, I untie the sash and let the satin slip to the floor. A harsh growl sounds out from George’s direction, and I turn my head to steal a glance. He’s watching me, his blue eyes so dark that they’re almost black. The look on his face is intense, but he manages to speak in a normal tone.