Provocative Professions Collection by Angela Graham, S. E. Hall
Authors: Angela Graham, S. E. Hall
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IUD leaves you highly susceptible to infection. I can't advise it in good faith and I'll refuse to insert it unless you can assure me you fully understand the risk."
How has this appointment taken such an ugly, drastic turn? I wanted to see him, and my safe excuse plan is backfiring like a rusty old truck. Did I not already tell him this was precautionary? There is no he , yet... and I'd wasted my time coming today since Dr. Reynolds is obviously under the assumption I'm ready to "cat around" with...someone who's not him.
My embarrassment at how grossly I'd misread things, conjuring up this apparently non-existent, cockamamie connection that's left me the fool, quickly morphs to anger.
"Never mind." I shake my head, fighting back threatening, humiliated tears. I attempt to scramble down from the table as quickly and gracefully as possible. "I-I was just researching," I mumble.
"Addison." The hand on my arm, as stern as his gravelly voice, stalls my hasty, teary retreat.
"I'm fine. This was…I just…thought I'd play it safe but…" I blow out a sigh, ending my rambles.
"Sit back down, please." His tone is soft, sweet, coercing; I settle again on the table, eyes downcast. "Take a breath."
Long, silent moments pass and I remain stoic in my tight-lipped avoidance, so he gently lifts my chin, forcing to me to look at him. "If you want the IUD, and can promise me that you'll ask any guy you date to be tested before intercourse…then I'll put it in." His hand falls away. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention, I just…want you safe is all."
"Thank you," I say in a whisper. Rebuilding my confidence, I look him in the eyes and ask, "Can you put it in today?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I want the IUD…today…and I promise I'll be safe."
He says nothing, only offers a slow nod of understanding. "Go ahead and undress." He pulls a robe from a drawer and hands it to me. "I'll be back in a couple minutes."
"Okay," I echo my previous response.
He searches my eyes, where I'm sure he finds curiosity mixed with a hint of excitement, but no anxiety or fear. His lip quirks slightly before he seemingly comes to terms with my decision and turns to leave the room.
I undress and pull on the robe like the pro I'm becoming. By the time I'm back in place on the table, his knock sounds.
"Come in," I call out and watch as the door opens and he steps in holding a tray.
I lie back and he rolls the stool to the end of the table and guides my feet into the stirrups. At this point it's routine, no spoken directions, our movements syncing rhythmically.
"You ready?" he asks.
I tuck my arms behind my head to help prop me up a bit. "Yeah."
There's the familiar coolness of the speculum, his fingers spreading me as he slides it in. "Alright, here we go. You're gonna feel a little stick when I place the IUD and that's it."
The stick is more like a shot to a place you really don't want one. I suck in a deep hiss through gritted teeth at the stab, my entire body clenching. It's quick though, and before I even completely open my tightly closed eyes, I feel the speculum sliding out.
"All done." I hear the tool clank down on the tray followed by the pop of his gloves as he pulls them off. "You okay?"
I catch my breath. "It felt like a bee flew in there and stung me."
He chuckles softly, still on his stool between my open legs. "Sorry. Wish there was something I could do."
"Do you?" That just came out but I don't wish it back. I leave it out there for him to decipher, which he does.
Highly attuned to the shift in the air, I feel a soft brush along my inner thigh, seconds before a warm stream of breath tickles my flesh, directed at my center. His breath? I peer down at him over my stomach but all I see is his hair. It's unmistakable though. He's blowing on me soothingly and then…I suck in a deep inhale when I feel his hands on my inner thighs, so close to where I ache for him.
Are we really doing this?
"Addison…" he rumbles, voice
How has this appointment taken such an ugly, drastic turn? I wanted to see him, and my safe excuse plan is backfiring like a rusty old truck. Did I not already tell him this was precautionary? There is no he , yet... and I'd wasted my time coming today since Dr. Reynolds is obviously under the assumption I'm ready to "cat around" with...someone who's not him.
My embarrassment at how grossly I'd misread things, conjuring up this apparently non-existent, cockamamie connection that's left me the fool, quickly morphs to anger.
"Never mind." I shake my head, fighting back threatening, humiliated tears. I attempt to scramble down from the table as quickly and gracefully as possible. "I-I was just researching," I mumble.
"Addison." The hand on my arm, as stern as his gravelly voice, stalls my hasty, teary retreat.
"I'm fine. This was…I just…thought I'd play it safe but…" I blow out a sigh, ending my rambles.
"Sit back down, please." His tone is soft, sweet, coercing; I settle again on the table, eyes downcast. "Take a breath."
Long, silent moments pass and I remain stoic in my tight-lipped avoidance, so he gently lifts my chin, forcing to me to look at him. "If you want the IUD, and can promise me that you'll ask any guy you date to be tested before intercourse…then I'll put it in." His hand falls away. "I'm sorry if I upset you. That wasn't my intention, I just…want you safe is all."
"Thank you," I say in a whisper. Rebuilding my confidence, I look him in the eyes and ask, "Can you put it in today?"
"Yes."
"Okay, I want the IUD…today…and I promise I'll be safe."
He says nothing, only offers a slow nod of understanding. "Go ahead and undress." He pulls a robe from a drawer and hands it to me. "I'll be back in a couple minutes."
"Okay," I echo my previous response.
He searches my eyes, where I'm sure he finds curiosity mixed with a hint of excitement, but no anxiety or fear. His lip quirks slightly before he seemingly comes to terms with my decision and turns to leave the room.
I undress and pull on the robe like the pro I'm becoming. By the time I'm back in place on the table, his knock sounds.
"Come in," I call out and watch as the door opens and he steps in holding a tray.
I lie back and he rolls the stool to the end of the table and guides my feet into the stirrups. At this point it's routine, no spoken directions, our movements syncing rhythmically.
"You ready?" he asks.
I tuck my arms behind my head to help prop me up a bit. "Yeah."
There's the familiar coolness of the speculum, his fingers spreading me as he slides it in. "Alright, here we go. You're gonna feel a little stick when I place the IUD and that's it."
The stick is more like a shot to a place you really don't want one. I suck in a deep hiss through gritted teeth at the stab, my entire body clenching. It's quick though, and before I even completely open my tightly closed eyes, I feel the speculum sliding out.
"All done." I hear the tool clank down on the tray followed by the pop of his gloves as he pulls them off. "You okay?"
I catch my breath. "It felt like a bee flew in there and stung me."
He chuckles softly, still on his stool between my open legs. "Sorry. Wish there was something I could do."
"Do you?" That just came out but I don't wish it back. I leave it out there for him to decipher, which he does.
Highly attuned to the shift in the air, I feel a soft brush along my inner thigh, seconds before a warm stream of breath tickles my flesh, directed at my center. His breath? I peer down at him over my stomach but all I see is his hair. It's unmistakable though. He's blowing on me soothingly and then…I suck in a deep inhale when I feel his hands on my inner thighs, so close to where I ache for him.
Are we really doing this?
"Addison…" he rumbles, voice
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