clung to her lip.
Sam cleared his throat. “Good news, Miss Molly.”
She blinked her eyes open.
“I found your missing underwear.” He let her bra dangle from his finger.
“Oh, thank heavens. I had no idea where that darn thing had gotten to.” Her tone was pure innocence, her gaze carnal sin. She placed the cupcake on her desk, stood and walked over to him, holding out her hand.
Reluctantly, he returned the bra to its rightful owner.
“By any chance, did you find my panties too?”
Sam scanned his gaze over his receptionist. Indeed, several of the symptoms she’d mentioned appeared evident. Her skin was flushed, her cupcake half eaten, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. Her chest heaved unevenly, pushing her breasts against the sheer fabric of her blouse. At this distance it was clear she wore no bra. Her nipples were outlined by the clingy fabric.
“I did.” Sam opened his palm, revealing her g-string.
“Brilliant. Thank you.” She reached for them, but Sam curled his fingers and refused to hand them over.
“It seems I may be suffering from your mysterious virus as well,” he told her. “Although my symptoms are a little different from yours. Instead of losing your underwear, I’m having difficulty parting with it.”
To prove his point, he slipped her panties in the pocket of his slacks. Yeah, his beautiful, plucky receptionist was never getting those back.
“Sam,” Molly gasped, staring not at her disappearing panties but at his face. “You’re affected too?”
“It appears so. See, I have this deep ache in my stomach, chills racing up my spine and I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
Molly sucked on her lower lip. “It’s lucky the door’s locked then, isn’t it? At least no one else can get in. No one else can catch what we have.”
Sam looked at her gravely. “Look, Molly, you mentioned needing a doctor to assess your symptoms?”
“I did. I do.”
“I’m a doctor,” Sam informed her.
“Y-you are?”
“I am.” He nodded. “And from the sound of your symptoms, I’m going to have to do a full-body assessment. Which means…”
“Which means?” She was all innocence.
“Which means you’re going to have to remove the rest of your clothes if I’m to do my job properly.”
“But, Doc.” Her jaw dropped. “How can I remove my clothes? First of all, with this virus, I’m scared they’ll vanish, and second of all…” She dropped her voice conspiratorially. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Sam couldn’t stop the groan that built in his throat. “It’s like I said, Molly. I’m a doctor, so I’m used to seeing patients without their underwear. There’s no need to worry.”
Molly looked at him, complete trust in her eyes. And perhaps a hint of the devil as well. “Well, okay then. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
And as Sam watched, she undid every button on her blouse and pushed it over her shoulders, so it landed in a heap on the floor. Her braless breasts held him rapt, the firm, creamy swells contrasting with the beaded pink nipples pointing in his direction. Before he could fully appreciate the way her slim shoulders and tapering waist framed those perfect breasts, her hands were busy on her zip, tugging it down, pushing the fitted black pants over her curved hips.
Sam couldn’t look away as she kicked them off, leaving her perfectly naked before him.
He tried to play her game. Tried to stay in character. God help him, he tried. But the woman he loved stood bare before him, her body more lush, more appealing than he could ever have imagined.
Every fantasy he’d forced himself not to have about her clambered in his brain, making him sweat.
“Christ, Molly,” he murmured as he looked his fill. “You’re beautiful. Perfect.”
“Sam…” Molly cleared her throat as the flush spread over her chest and breasts, making them all the more delectable. “You’re not exactly looking at me like a doctor looks at a
Sam cleared his throat. “Good news, Miss Molly.”
She blinked her eyes open.
“I found your missing underwear.” He let her bra dangle from his finger.
“Oh, thank heavens. I had no idea where that darn thing had gotten to.” Her tone was pure innocence, her gaze carnal sin. She placed the cupcake on her desk, stood and walked over to him, holding out her hand.
Reluctantly, he returned the bra to its rightful owner.
“By any chance, did you find my panties too?”
Sam scanned his gaze over his receptionist. Indeed, several of the symptoms she’d mentioned appeared evident. Her skin was flushed, her cupcake half eaten, and she seemed to have difficulty breathing. Her chest heaved unevenly, pushing her breasts against the sheer fabric of her blouse. At this distance it was clear she wore no bra. Her nipples were outlined by the clingy fabric.
“I did.” Sam opened his palm, revealing her g-string.
“Brilliant. Thank you.” She reached for them, but Sam curled his fingers and refused to hand them over.
“It seems I may be suffering from your mysterious virus as well,” he told her. “Although my symptoms are a little different from yours. Instead of losing your underwear, I’m having difficulty parting with it.”
To prove his point, he slipped her panties in the pocket of his slacks. Yeah, his beautiful, plucky receptionist was never getting those back.
“Sam,” Molly gasped, staring not at her disappearing panties but at his face. “You’re affected too?”
“It appears so. See, I have this deep ache in my stomach, chills racing up my spine and I can’t seem to catch my breath.”
Molly sucked on her lower lip. “It’s lucky the door’s locked then, isn’t it? At least no one else can get in. No one else can catch what we have.”
Sam looked at her gravely. “Look, Molly, you mentioned needing a doctor to assess your symptoms?”
“I did. I do.”
“I’m a doctor,” Sam informed her.
“Y-you are?”
“I am.” He nodded. “And from the sound of your symptoms, I’m going to have to do a full-body assessment. Which means…”
“Which means?” She was all innocence.
“Which means you’re going to have to remove the rest of your clothes if I’m to do my job properly.”
“But, Doc.” Her jaw dropped. “How can I remove my clothes? First of all, with this virus, I’m scared they’ll vanish, and second of all…” She dropped her voice conspiratorially. “I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Sam couldn’t stop the groan that built in his throat. “It’s like I said, Molly. I’m a doctor, so I’m used to seeing patients without their underwear. There’s no need to worry.”
Molly looked at him, complete trust in her eyes. And perhaps a hint of the devil as well. “Well, okay then. I guess I don’t have much of a choice.”
And as Sam watched, she undid every button on her blouse and pushed it over her shoulders, so it landed in a heap on the floor. Her braless breasts held him rapt, the firm, creamy swells contrasting with the beaded pink nipples pointing in his direction. Before he could fully appreciate the way her slim shoulders and tapering waist framed those perfect breasts, her hands were busy on her zip, tugging it down, pushing the fitted black pants over her curved hips.
Sam couldn’t look away as she kicked them off, leaving her perfectly naked before him.
He tried to play her game. Tried to stay in character. God help him, he tried. But the woman he loved stood bare before him, her body more lush, more appealing than he could ever have imagined.
Every fantasy he’d forced himself not to have about her clambered in his brain, making him sweat.
“Christ, Molly,” he murmured as he looked his fill. “You’re beautiful. Perfect.”
“Sam…” Molly cleared her throat as the flush spread over her chest and breasts, making them all the more delectable. “You’re not exactly looking at me like a doctor looks at a
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