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I just hoped he could keep it in that state longer than a few minutes.
    He pushed at my pajamas, and I lifted my ass so he could slip them off completely. I lay there for a few tantalizing seconds, exposed and waiting, while he discarded his scrubs. He was neatly trimmed as well, and had little tufts of hair across his chest. A line of black hair led me to points of interest down south. I followed it slowly, soaking in the sights.
    He climbed back on the bed, rubbing his chest against my stomach, then up to my breasts. I felt him pressing against my exposed sex. I had a feeling he wouldn’t get much resistance. My ass was already sitting on a damp spot from the effects of our earlier activities.
    He held me against him, and we locked into a deep kiss. His fingers massaged my mound, working into my folds and searching for the perfect spot. He found it quickly.
    “Oh,” I said, but it came out just a moan with our mouths locked together. He continued to rub that spot, dipping his fingers inside me briefly, and I felt my orgasm building. I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him out of our kiss.
    “Quit playing doctor and get inside me—now!”
    He didn’t waste time positioning himself, and as soon as I’d enveloped him tip to hilt, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles. He thrust inside as far as he could go, and I dug my nails into his back. If it bothered him, he didn’t show it.
    We were both pretty damp now, from head to toe. The temperature of the room must have gone up ten degrees just between our slick, writhing bodies. He pulled out almost completely, and then slammed back inside with one hard thrust. The feeling of emptiness, then fullness, back and forth, built me up again.
    The wave came faster than I expected. I pulled him in hard with my thighs and stopped his movement as it hit me. I felt myself clenching him as each wave hit. Then he bucked too, deep inside me. He gave me one last deep, fierce kiss, and then collapsed between my breasts.
    “Sorry,” he said. “I’m not usually that quick. You did something there at the end that just…well did it for me.”
    I laughed and ran my hands through his hair. “Mom always said—if you find yourself a doctor, hold on to him tight.”
     

Chapter Twelve
    Either the good doctor dosed me or the exertion put me down. Either way I remember waking up much later. No light filtered in through my window. My room was dark, save a sliver of light from the bathroom. I stretched out and turned to the empty side of the bed. Instead of a doctor, there was a single rose, still damp from the vase, and a handwritten note. I held it up to the light.
    Had a great time. Sorry to run, but I got called in. Hope to drop in on you again soon.
    “He’s quite handsome,” said a woman’s voice from behind me.
    I jumped and reached for my gun. It was gone.
    “Looking for this?” she asked. She leaned toward me, and light reflected off of her eyes. Amber. Fuck me, I’m helpless!
    She held Poppa’s gun in one hand and our family album in the other. She flicked on the lamp on my nightstand. The one I saw in the club? Her hair was long and black with streaks of gray. It was the only thing that might have told me her age because her skin was flawless. She also looked a lot like…no.
    “I will not hurt you, Margaret,” she said.
    “Well, that’s a fine fucking thing to say , but pardon me if I’m not particularly trusting of your kind. They tend to want to eat me in the most not-fucking-enjoyable way.”
    Was that a hint of a smile on her face? What was this woman’s deal? I pushed myself to the far end of the bed and covered up in the sheets, like that would do anything. She could have taken me in my sleep if she’d really wanted to.
    She set the gun down on my nightstand. “Do you know how old that is?”
    “I’d say older than both of us, but I don’t think that’s true of you,” I said. Did I still have a spare pen on this side of the room