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Sinful Doctor: Chapter 3

“Oh my god,” I whisper, cheeks ablaze as I quickly try and hide myself but he shakes his head from side to side.

“Harper…” his voice is soft as he holds his hand up and slowly walks towards me.

“I’m meant to be seeing Doctor Morgan…” clamping my thighs together and wishing that this damn piece of tissue was bigger and covered more than just my vagina.

“She was called away; personal issues. Will be gone a few weeks…” his deep brown eyes focus on mine, my heart jack hammering in my chest. “If you don’t want to do this…” his eyes finally skate away from mine and down to his chart and then I see his jaw tighten.

“Tell me he didn’t.”

I just nod, tears brimming.

Sebastian closes his eyes and lowers his head.

“I thought it was best…” my voice tremors.

He nods. Still not looking at me as he inhales deeply.

“Let me do the tests… and hopefully there will be no need for you to come back,” and that’s when his beautiful gaze lands on me once more, and my heart thumps in my chest.

Thick brown hair, long-ish—enough to run your fingers through and grab a good handful—shorter on the sides but not clipped. Strong jaw, cheek bones defined and the most beautiful brown eyes. Skin a glow, a permanent tan. Different to Sloane.

Sloane was blond and fair.

Sebastian is completely opposite.

One dark, one light.

I always radiated towards the light… but maybe that needed to change.

I finally nod, but look away as he drags a small stool on wheels across the floor.

“I thought you moved away,” I whisper and reluctantly let my greedy eyes roam over him.

He tucks his white doctor’s jacket underneath him as he takes a seat, sleeves rolled up showing muscly and veiny arms, a dusting of dark hair over his glorious skin, white shirt unbuttoned slightly at the top and tight black suit trousers.

“I did, but I wanted to be nearer home…” a boyish grin tugs at his lips, “got a little homesick,” he nods as he eyes my chart.

“I get that,” I hum, and it’s the truth, I do.

“So what happened?” he asks me, a sad look in his eyes, lips rolled tight.

“He couldn’t keep his dick in his pants,” I give a small scoff, cheeks flaming red at my humiliation.

“Just the once or…?”

And I shake my head from side to side just as a tear rolls down my cheek and dissolves into the hygiene paper beneath my body, but before I can palm my cheek his thumb is there, brushing along the glistening trail it left.

“He is a fool.”

I nod, pressing my fingertips to the warmness his thumb left on my skin.

“I think I am the fool,” I swallow the lump down.

“Never,” he half smiles before he lifts the paper up on the clipboard.

“We will do bloods, swabs and a urine sample. Results should be back in a few days…” his eyes lift and I just nod.

Because what else am I meant to do.

He pushes back on his stool then stands and walks over to his desk and places the clipboard down before reaching for a pair of medical gloves and I honestly want the ground to swallow me up.

It’s bad enough I am here.

It’s even worse that it is Sloane’s older brother.

Sorry.

Older, hotter, brother.

And to be honest, worse than all of that… I have definitely fantasied a few times that it was Sebastian fucking me and not Sloane.

“Okay,” his silky voice floats through the room as he kicks the stool towards the foot of the bed.

My legs are still firmly pressed together like a vice and I don’t miss the way his eyes teasingly run up my legs before a smirk twitches across his lips.

“I know this is awkward as hell…” playfulness lacing his voice, “but I promise to make it as quick as possible.”

I nod, covering my face with my hands and slowly part my legs just as I hear Sebastian suck in a breath.

“Harper,” his voice is low as I feel his fingers press against my inner thigh and I shudder.

“Yes?” I whisper behind my hands.

“I am just going to do an internal exam, just to make sure everything feels okay before I do a swab.”

And I can’t even respond.

I am mortified.

“Okay?” he asks as his finger presses a little harder and my breath catches at the back of my throat.

“Okay,” my voice is barely audible, I feel like I am being strangled.

His fingers lift from the inside of my thigh just as I feel the tip of his finger press at my opening, slipping inside of me and my whole face reddens as I am aroused, wetness coating his gloved finger as he pushes deeper.

Shit.

“You’re doing so well Harper,” his voice is low, sultry and I feel a burning desire swirling in my lower stomach just as he inches his finger out slightly before another slips inside.

“Oh,” I whisper and slowly slip my hands from my face and my eyes are fixated on him, but he isn’t looking at me, he is watching as his fingers examine me. Why am I replaceing this so hot? Why the hell am I turned on?

The knot in my stomach growing, the burning spreading to my upper thighs just as the pressure builds deep inside of me.

“Everything feels… good,” I watch as his throat bobs and a small pressure releases deep inside of me just as his eyes flick up to mine and before I can even try to stop what is about to happen my pussy betrays me by tightening around his fingers as an orgasm slips from me just as a breathy moan fills the room.

My eyes widen, my cheeks are bright red and Sebastian sits, wide eyed, mouth laxed as he slips is fingers from my soaked pussy.

“Oh my god, I am so…” and I pause, hands slamming against my face as I let my head fall back.

I want to cry.

“It’s okay Harper, honestly…” he trails off and stands from his stool just as I peek a look through my fingers, my eyes darting to his trousers, and I see the silhouette of his semi-hard cock.

This is so wrong.

So. Fucking. Wrong.