Dirty Doctor (Steamy Coffee Collection 2)

“Any day now, Dr. Madison. You can complete that sentence if you try hard enough.”

“Long story short, I severely hurt a patient the first and second time I did a pap smear. I fucked everything up and almost cost the hospital a lawsuit — twice. It got settled eventually and the chief realized it was an honest mistake but...”

“You avoided them as much as possible for the rest of your intern years — which is technically cheating, but since you thought women’s health was never in your future, you decided to never properly learn?”

I nodded and he grabbed my hand, tugging me across the reception area and down to the women’s health wing. He entered the room and grabbed a chart, immediately snapping into a mode I hadn’t seen from him since I started here: A sweet, compassionate doctor.

“Miss Farmington, I’m Dr. Ashton and I’d like to complete your exam today. Would you feel comfortable with me doing it?”

“Yes.” She blushed. “Absolutely.”

“Pay close attention, Dr. Madison,” he said softly. “We’re going to do four of these together today, so this won’t happen again.” He motioned for me to put on gloves and within seconds, all of his attention was on the patient.

I watched as he performed the exam with ease, never losing focus as he kept her occupied with small talk and laughter. It took him ten minutes to complete the part I was scared of doing, and twenty minutes to complete the breast and pelvic tests.

He completed the next two exams the same way — softly instructing me to pay attention to how “easy” this was, and by the time he was finished, I was somewhat confident that I could do the final exam alone.

“Turn these in to the desk for me.” He handed the nurse a clipboard. “Thank you for helping today. I’ll watch Dr. Madison complete the last one by herself.”

The nurse wished me good luck and left the room.

“What time is the last patient due in?” I asked.

“Now.” He picked up a clipboard. “Get undressed and get on the table.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” His voice was low. “Get undressed and get on the table. I’m going to help you with your problem, personally.”

“With all due respect, I don’t need you to give me a pap smear.”

“Good, because I wasn’t planning on giving you that at all.” He looked me up and down before leaving the room.

I stood still, in complete and utter shock. Half of me wanted to drop all of my clothes right then and just let him have me the second he returned to the room. And the other half of me actually wanted the same goddamn thing.

I slipped out of my shoes, panties, and my skirt, taking a seat on the edge of the patient bed before covering my lap with a piece of starch-white paper.

A knock came to the door and he asked if I was ready.

“Yes ...” My voice was so soft I could barely hear it.

The door opened and he entered with a clipboard in his hands.

“Miss Madison,” he said, looking at me as if I was actually a patient. “I’m Dr. Ashton and I’ll be taking care of your pussy today.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not the script...”

“It is today.” He smirked and sat on the stool in front of me and clicked his pen. “But first, a few personal questions. Do you currently smoke?”

“No.”

“Do you currently do any type of recreational drugs?”

“No.”

“Do you currently fuck other people?”

“What?”

“Yes, or no,” he said. “Are you currently fucking other people?”

“I’m not ‘fucking’ anyone.”

“Good.” He wrote on his clipboard. “When’s the last time you had sexual intercourse?”

“I can’t answer that question.”

“You can, and you will.”

I shook my head. “A year ago.”

He dropped his pen to the floor in shock, but instead of picking it up, he simply pulled another one from his pocket and shook his head. “Did you come?”

“What?”

“You heard me,” he lowered his voice. “Did you come?”

“No.”

“Interesting.” He set the clipboard down and grabbed a pair of gloves, putting them on as if this was a real exam. “Lay back on the bed, please.”

I didn’t make a move. I simply stared at him — half turned on, half beyond turned on, so he stood up and gently pushed me back against the bed himself.

He smiled at me and quickly took off the gloves, tossing them into the trash across the room. “It’s a habit. I highly doubt I’ll need those with you today.”

“What do you mean?”

He avoided my question. “Put your legs in the stirrups and spread your legs for me.”

I slowly followed his command and looked up at the bright, white ceiling.

Within seconds, I felt his hands gently caressing the inside of my thighs. Then I heard him let out a low laugh.

“It’s rude to laugh at a patient’s body,” I said. “That’s the first rule of good bedside manner. With all of your years of experience, you should know that.”

“I’m not laughing at my patient.” He trailed a finger against my soaked slit. “I’m just wondering what made you get rid of all of the hair you previously had down here.”