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By:Jenna Galicki


Unaware of the mounting wetness between her legs, Angel and Tommy kept up their diligent strokes to cleanse her body.

She let out a deep sigh and spread her thighs.

Tommy froze with a paper towel in his hand and turned toward her with a crooked smile on his lips. He emitted a soft, seductive chuckle. “Don’t tempt me, hon, because I will fuck you right here, right now.”

Jessi was thankful that she was the last appointment of the day and the staff would be tied up with paperwork for the next hour, because it was really kind of too late to turn back now. She raised her knees and spread them wide open. “Maybe you should examine me, Dr. Blade. I have this insatiable itch between my legs.”

“You naughty girl!” Angel exclaimed.

She threw the paper drape that covered her legs to the floor, so her naked lower half was exposed. The gust of air that it created hit her like a feather and tickled her pussy. She was turned on by the slightest touch and aroused by the smallest grain of friction. If this is what pregnancy was going to be like, she may not survive the next few months.

Tommy’s hand immediately went to her crotch, and she let out a quivering breath. Her body shuddered from the bolt of energy that lit up her clit. Tommy looked up at her, surprised at her oversensitivity.

“You have no idea how horny I’ve been this past month.” She was ready to climax with just one touch.

Tommy’s lips went to her bikini line, and his gorgeous blond hair, still full with pale highlights from their honeymoon in Fiji, spilled over her waist. His fingers teased her and hovered on the outer rim of her opening but never ventured inside. He purposely avoided her clit, circling it with a wet finger until she whimpered. He knelt in front of her and sucked the pulsating little nub into his mouth and nibbled it with his lips. A shockwave rang through her like a million jolts of electricity. She gasped and bucked on the padded recliner. Angel was standing next to her, watching with a voyeuristic eye. She grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. She ran the other hand through his dark hair and pressed her mouth onto his. Her tongue invaded his mouth, and he kissed her back with equal fury as she hung onto his neck and released a warm rush of juices onto Tommy’s tongue. Her muscles contracted, and she went rigid while she rode through an orgasm that was intensified by her overproduction of hormones.

Tommy lifted his face, still glistening with her wetness, and peered at her through a veil of blond strands.

“Good Lord, woman!” Angel straightened his T-shirt. “You’re an animal.”

Jessi smiled up at him, still panting and flushed. “Excuse me, Dr. Garcia. Maybe you can treat my husband for this glandular problem he’s been having.”

“Glandular problem?” Angel raised his brow with intrigue.

“Yes,” she answered in a breathy voice. “It’s deep in the back of his throat. And I think he’s due for a prostate exam.”

Angel was eager to play along. He found the box of plastic exam gloves and pulled a pair free. He slipped them on his hands, slowly, and pushed each finger down to the knuckle to ensure they fit snugly. He picked up the bottle of gel from the warmer and inspected it briefly before he replaced it in the holder. “This will come in handy.” He retrieved a white doctor’s coat from the hook on the back of the door and put it on. It was too tight and pulled across his shoulders. He looked like a cross between a sexy doctor and a mad scientist – a sexy, mad doctor. He rummaged through drawers in a cabinet against the wall. The rustle of cellophane and muffled clink of metal rang through the room as he sorted through items. He held a clamp, still encased in sterile plastic, up to the light. He ripped it free and opened and closed the clamp. His other hand returned to the drawer and pulled out a fistful of clamps in assorted sizes. The gleam in his eyes looked more “mad doctor” than “sexy scientist” right now.

“We may have created a monster,” Jessi whispered in Tommy’s ear.

“There’s no need to be frightened, Mr. Blade,” Angel said in an eerie voice. “I’ve done this thousands of times. If it’ll make you feel any better,” he motioned to Jessi with his chin, “my assistant can hold your hand while I conduct my examination.”

Tommy shifted his eyes between Jessi and Angel, unsure about the instruments Angel held tightly in his fist.

Angel lowered his chin and glared at Tommy with an evil grin. He advanced toward him, still brandishing the shiny metal clamps in his hand. His eyes kept shifting to Jessi. Her heart jumped when she realized she was going to be the recipient of one of the implements.