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settled.”
He opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could, a nurse pushed through the door beside the receptionist’s window. “Emma? Come with me,” the nurse said, a file in her hand.
Emma still held his hand, pulling him behind her as they entered the inner sanctum of cardiology.
“If you’ll just come into Room Five,” the nurse said, stopping beside the door of an examination room. “The doctor will be in very soon.”
Logan entered the room behind Emma, still feeling a bit nervous. He hated doctor’s offices. The nurse closed the door, leaving them alone in the exam room to wait for the doctor.
Instead of sitting down on the chair beside the small desk, Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him. “Wanna do me on that table over there?” she asked, nodding toward the exam table. “I’ll bet we could get into some strange positions on it.” She winked.
Logan caught her arms by the wrists, pulling them from around his neck. “I would definitely do you right here, right now, if I knew we wouldn’t get caught.”
“Okay, I’ll let you off the hook for now, but later, I want to discuss something very sexual with you.” She backed away, parking her hands on her hips.
“Exactly what do you have in mind?” She had his interest piqued. Having sex with Emma had been the best sexual experience he’d had in years, possibly even his life. If she had an idea about something new, he was all ears.
Coyly, she put a finger to her lips and looked up at him. Dropping the finger, she gazed steadily at him. “How would you feel about a ménage?”
Logan swallowed, his cock signaling with a tiny twitch that it was up for anything with this woman. “Ménage?” he asked, wanting to make sure he heard her correctly.
She stepped forward. Reaching up, she toyed with his shirt collar. “One woman, two men.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “You get first choice.”
He cleared his throat. “What do you mean, first choice?”
Using both her hands, she used his collar to pull him close to her face. Nose to nose, she swiped her tongue over his bottom lip. “First choice of whether you want to fuck me in the pussy, the ass, or my mouth. What do you say, Logan? Are you up to it?”
He wanted to fuck her right now. His cock was stiff, and the head of it was damp with pre-cum. To have her trapped between him and another man—the thought nearly took his breath. He had to stop thinking about it. “What would something like that do to your heart?” he asked, truly wondering if she’d be able to handle it.
“What would what do to her heart?” the doctor asked, entering the room. He looked from Logan to Emma. “Maybe I should have knocked louder.”
Emma laughed, deep and throaty. “If you would have waited another ten minutes, I might have been able to have my way with him, Doc.” She turned to Logan. “Logan, this is Doctor Reese.”
“Nice to meet you,” Logan said, offering his hand. He hoped his hard-on wasn’t too noticeable.
“I’m glad to see Emma bring someone along with her for once.” He looked at Emma. “Up on the table and tell me your problem.”
Emma jumped up on the exam table, and Logan took the opportunity to sit down beside the desk. He crossed his legs, fighting the urge to reach into his pocket and shift his dick.
The doctor was doing a usual check, ears, eyes, throat. Logan wished he’d get on with it. He still didn’t know why Emma wanted him along with her.
“So,” the doctor said, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest. “What has gotten you so upset, Emma?”
She placed her hands on her knees. “This cellular memory thing you told me about. Explain it.”
Logan narrowed his eyes. What was this?
“Cellular memory is a condition sometimes experienced by transplant patients. You see, every cell in a person’s body contains DNA. DNA is unique and is what makes us who we are.” He glanced over at
He opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could, a nurse pushed through the door beside the receptionist’s window. “Emma? Come with me,” the nurse said, a file in her hand.
Emma still held his hand, pulling him behind her as they entered the inner sanctum of cardiology.
“If you’ll just come into Room Five,” the nurse said, stopping beside the door of an examination room. “The doctor will be in very soon.”
Logan entered the room behind Emma, still feeling a bit nervous. He hated doctor’s offices. The nurse closed the door, leaving them alone in the exam room to wait for the doctor.
Instead of sitting down on the chair beside the small desk, Emma wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against him. “Wanna do me on that table over there?” she asked, nodding toward the exam table. “I’ll bet we could get into some strange positions on it.” She winked.
Logan caught her arms by the wrists, pulling them from around his neck. “I would definitely do you right here, right now, if I knew we wouldn’t get caught.”
“Okay, I’ll let you off the hook for now, but later, I want to discuss something very sexual with you.” She backed away, parking her hands on her hips.
“Exactly what do you have in mind?” She had his interest piqued. Having sex with Emma had been the best sexual experience he’d had in years, possibly even his life. If she had an idea about something new, he was all ears.
Coyly, she put a finger to her lips and looked up at him. Dropping the finger, she gazed steadily at him. “How would you feel about a ménage?”
Logan swallowed, his cock signaling with a tiny twitch that it was up for anything with this woman. “Ménage?” he asked, wanting to make sure he heard her correctly.
She stepped forward. Reaching up, she toyed with his shirt collar. “One woman, two men.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “You get first choice.”
He cleared his throat. “What do you mean, first choice?”
Using both her hands, she used his collar to pull him close to her face. Nose to nose, she swiped her tongue over his bottom lip. “First choice of whether you want to fuck me in the pussy, the ass, or my mouth. What do you say, Logan? Are you up to it?”
He wanted to fuck her right now. His cock was stiff, and the head of it was damp with pre-cum. To have her trapped between him and another man—the thought nearly took his breath. He had to stop thinking about it. “What would something like that do to your heart?” he asked, truly wondering if she’d be able to handle it.
“What would what do to her heart?” the doctor asked, entering the room. He looked from Logan to Emma. “Maybe I should have knocked louder.”
Emma laughed, deep and throaty. “If you would have waited another ten minutes, I might have been able to have my way with him, Doc.” She turned to Logan. “Logan, this is Doctor Reese.”
“Nice to meet you,” Logan said, offering his hand. He hoped his hard-on wasn’t too noticeable.
“I’m glad to see Emma bring someone along with her for once.” He looked at Emma. “Up on the table and tell me your problem.”
Emma jumped up on the exam table, and Logan took the opportunity to sit down beside the desk. He crossed his legs, fighting the urge to reach into his pocket and shift his dick.
The doctor was doing a usual check, ears, eyes, throat. Logan wished he’d get on with it. He still didn’t know why Emma wanted him along with her.
“So,” the doctor said, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest. “What has gotten you so upset, Emma?”
She placed her hands on her knees. “This cellular memory thing you told me about. Explain it.”
Logan narrowed his eyes. What was this?
“Cellular memory is a condition sometimes experienced by transplant patients. You see, every cell in a person’s body contains DNA. DNA is unique and is what makes us who we are.” He glanced over at
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