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“I would add a theatre room.”

“Who says I haven’t?”

She squeals behind me. “You mean there’s more?”

“Always, princess.” And I want to share it with her. Inwardly, I curse. Somehow, Jessie and I have stumbled into dangerous territory.

“Okay… Where are we going next?”

“To the clinic.”

“Oh,” she deadpans.

She sounds disappointed. Inside, I grin, envisioning her thick legs propped up in medical stirrups and open wide.

SEVEN

Corso

My reasons for bringing Jessie back to the medical suite are purely depraved. Through her, I see a different version of myself. I don’t know if I want to fuck her because of it or fuck it out of her.

“My bandages are dry, Corso. Let’s go to bed.”

“I want to see something, first.” It takes all my strength to not pounce on her like the animal prowling back and forth inside of me. I want Jessie beneath me.

“What?”

“Your pussy.”

She blinks up at me. “Ah, come again?”

Clapping one hand to either side of her waist, I place her on the exam table. “You will before the night is done.”

“Think of it as me eating you for… dessert.”

“Corso—” she pauses, eyes widen with shock or curiosity. Maybe, it’s both. I hope so. “Is this some left over medical school gyno-fetish kink?”

“Oh… such a scientific assessment. I’m impressed.”

She waves her hands at the closed cabinets. “And I’m worried you might pull out a pair of stainless-steel forceps.”

“Not this time,” I tease, stepping in between her legs. When she’s slow to widen them, I place a kiss on her lips. “Lie back.”

Jessie lifts her chin, looking right at me. “What if I don’t want to.”

I lift my hand, placing a single finger to her lips. She falls silent.

“Trust me.”

Falling back with a flourish, she laughs. The exam table is covered in plain white paper that crinkles when I lower her lounge pants. Inch by inch, her beautiful, long brown legs come into view. Honestly, forget the medical fantasy play. I want to climb on the table, uncover her heaven, and bury myself so deep inside Jessie that she feels me with every breath. She wiggles her hips to find a comfortable position.

“Okay, now that my pants are off… you better deliver a five-star experience.”

“Hmm, a challenge. I accept.”

Leaving their hiding place, the metal stirrups are noisy as I extend one then the other.

To Jessie I say, “Place your feet in the stirrups.”