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  Chapter Three

  Tabby

  I can do this; it’s just a checkup.

  A professional doctor and a clueless patient; it’s nothing personal, but I've not convinced myself when Doctor Shafer removes his white coat.

  His muscles broaden on the straining navy shirt, and he’s rolling up his sleeves to show off that intricate ink of tattoos wrapped around both of his arms. He pushes the leg divider further apart as it makes me slide down the table at his mercy.

  “Relax,” he purrs, dark eyes peering at me with a wicked smirk that throws this whole scenario I have in mind about being professional.

  He runs a knuckle on my soaked panties, from the bottom of my twitching hole to my sensitive clit.

  “Doctor…” I murmur shyly, fingers twirling my shirt as I don’t know what to do with them.

  “Adrian,” he corrects, “Call me Adrian, Tabby.”

  The name is familiar, but I can’t put a finger on it, and he also reeks of familiarity that is hard to forget once I set my mind on finding out where I have seen him.

  “It feels weird,” I gasp as he runs his knuckles over again; this time it has more power behind the simple touch.

  There is nothing simple about this man; he’s an enigma that refuses to be solved. I want to learn about him and his life, what he likes and what he doesn’t like based on his choices, and I want to understand the motivation behind his dark eyes when he looks at me as if he had found a treasure that he lost years ago.

  “It’s normal,” he says, rubbing his thumb and pressing down on my clit.

  My hips jerk as a spark of pleasure crawls up my belly. The fire starts to burn with intensity as I bite back a moan when he traces a small circle on the bundle of nerves.

  I have never been touched by another person. I hadn’t wanted anyone enough to get them close to me. The desire to touch myself never presented itself until Adrian came into my life as a doctor that wants to burn my clothes off with his eyes.

  He caresses the naivety I have from my inexperience, and I can’t find it in me to stop him. I need his hands on me like I need the shape of him to be the air that fills my lungs.

  This is weird. I have never felt like this before.

  I have always been an independent girl with the motto that women don’t need a man to survive. I don’t think I can agree with it anymore. Adrian is making me question my own judgment. I am unable to understand why he seems to know me, and why can’t I ask him to stop touching my pussy.

  This pleasure is long overdue.

  “Doctor…” I wiggle softly on the table; my butt is numb from being held at a position with my legs spread for his hungry eyes.

  I hate to admit it, but I want to take my panties off since this barrier is taking away the real feel of his calloused hands.

  My face burns as Adrian takes the edge of my panties, pushing it to the side as the wetness of my folds stick to the moist fabric and I shiver under his darkened gaze.

  “Fuck,” he hisses under his breath and takes one of my folds with the panties to spread me wide.

  This is not a normal physical check; no doctor in their right mind would spread a woman’s pussy while rubbing the bundle of nerves. He could risk his medical license or even get fired for medical malpractice, but not a soul in the room is going to say a thing after this.

  If it gets that far.

  He slips his fingers inside of me, gloveless and thick, and Adrian has no intention of stopping when he curls his fingers upwards. I didn’t think I could take both of his wide fingers, but I did, and it was smoother than I thought since I’m so wet and lustful for him.

  He slides even further in, spreading his digits to tug on my walls to bring a startled moan out of my pink lips that I have been chewing on. Out of reflex, my hands come to cover my face, and he pushes down firmly on my clit to perform a form of punishment.

  “Do not cover your face, I want to see,” he sneers, twisting and ramming his fingers up until his knuckles rub on my wet folds.

  The loud squelch has my heart hammering under my pulsing blood. I instinctively close my eyes, and it’s the leg divider that prevents me from stopping this utter humiliation that he’s hell-bent on dragging on.

  His effort to rouse another reaction from me is quick and ruthless as he tugs on my clit in tight circles. My juices run down his hands, and the sound gets increasingly obscene as he fucks his fingers inside me.

  I tighten up, my nipples are taut, and the muscles on my thighs go rigid as he curls his digits to make my walls quiver.

  The knot in my belly surges through as my pussy gushes unexpectedly. The excessive slick squishes in between his fingers as he lengthens the withdraw through my squishy walls.

  My throat closes as I breathe, steadying the rapid heart against my ribs is harder than holding my breath underwater. The pain burns in my lungs are I’m forced to remember that this is a doctor’s office with Navy officers outside the door walking and going past.

  “Hmm,” Adrian’s throat rumbles deeply with a chuckle. He flicks my swollen clit for a final measure to gauge my moan.

  I’m sensitive all over, and the tingly feeling on my cunt throbs dully as the aftermath of my orgasm lingers with licks of fire tracing down my toes. The leg divider keeps my knees apart, allowing the slick to run down my butt and trickle on the flimsy plastic that makes the juices pool there with nowhere to go.

  “This is good,” he muses to himself, playing with my slick on his thick fingers; pressing them together and pulling them apart to see the viscosity being stringy.

  My trembling fingers tug on my shirt as his other hand keeps my panties and one side of my pussy spread. This is getting increasing embarrassing as my little virgin hole burns up with the thought of his big cock being inside me.

  I know he is big; the obscene tent in front of his pants is high, and it’s a size that matches his insanely massive body. Even his fingers are bigger than an average man’s. I wonder how he got to this point without being recruited to be a pro-football player. He fits the type to be someone important; his posture and demeanor demand respect and attention, they are great traits to be a leader.

  “Perfect,” he grins, teeth gleaming in wickedness.

  I’m almost afraid to know what he’s planning. This is supposed to be a physical exam. I didn’t think it would carry this far into a personal realm that Adrian doesn’t mind breaking his professionalism to give me an orgasm.

  Even obstetricians don’t do this. I believe the most they do is to spread pussy with a spreader. They have a more eloquent name for it, but I’m an astrophysicist with a limited background knowledge of the medical field; it means that I have had training for emergency CPR, but I passed with the bare minimums and my trainer at NASA took pity on me and passed my test since I did meet the requirements.

  Just barely but enough to keep someone alive. Probably, but they shouldn’t have much hope for me to be the perfect medical responder in an emergency. I would freak out and faint myself from the stress put on me.

  “Perfect for what, Adrian?” I ask, his name rolls off my tongue as melted chocolate.

  His name is derived from “Hadrianus” or “Adrianus” in the Latin roots, but I think when his parents named him Adrian, they were thinking of a strong boy that moves the seas in rage and leaves the waters alone when he’s calm.

  He would be better suited as Poseidon, but that would be trying too hard on his parents’ part.

  “Perfect for breeding,” he says, face stoic and eyes of a wild animal on the final leash.

  “I’m not—” I shake my head. It’s not why I’m here, and I never thought having babies would be called breeding.

  That’s so vulgar, and somehow it makes my pussy drip with juices as I vaguely notice he still has his fingers spreading my lips. He does let go after I squirm; the filthy slap of flesh echoes louder than I want it to and the soaked panties neither drowns out the sounds nor does it feel any better on my equally wet folds.
r />   “You are young,” he begins, licking his fingers with my juices on it.

  I clamp my mouth shut at his public display of dirtiness; he’s sucking my slick from his fingers as if it’s his last meal. Knowing this intimate act is done by a doctor makes this scenario even worse. I’m worried that I’m going to have to faint in order to get my brain a break that it desperately needs.

  “Your body has needs, and from my examination, you are more than ready,” Adrian speaks as if he’s not licking my juices from his hands.

  The level of professionalism in his voice and the implication from his words are a test to me. I think he wants me to jump to that conclusion for whatever reason. I have so much to say to him, but my voice isn’t working.

  I can’t give him the satisfaction that he has me wrapped around his fingers. I’m Tabby Sterling. I have control over things in my life, and it’s how I got to where I am; I do what I think is right for me, and no one can change my mind once I have set it on something.

  Being an astrophysicist wasn’t my parents’ choice for me. They wanted me to become a doctor or a lawyer because those positions gave power to women during the time where females faced much harsher and obvious discrimination because of their sex.

  I wasn’t going to fall into my parents’ footsteps about raids and protests. I wanted to do my own thing, and in a way, it helped them. I became someone they can be proud of even if it wasn’t among the respectable professions that they had in mind for their only daughter.

  We weren’t close. They were always on one protest or the other, and they wanted to make the biggest splash in the sea. They died years ago. I was informed on the news in the space shuttle, and as heartless as it sounds, I was alright with it.

  I neither wept nor did I grow angry at how unfair life was, but I did ask my supervisor to give whatever money I have to perform a proper ceremony before they got cremated. The ashes were there waiting for me to collect when I stepped out of the shuttle thirty years later. I scattered them in their favorite garden behind their home.

  I have kept up the payment to their home, but I don’t stay there. There are too many memories, good and bad all jumbled into one giant mess of emotions that takes me down a spiral of hate towards fate.

  I may not have been close to them, but they were still my parents, and I loved them with all my heart.

  They died fighting for what they believed in, and I will continue to fight to be what I want.

  Being an astrophysicist is fun, and it is my life. Leaving what I love would be devastating; it would be akin to losing a part of me that leaves a gaping hole with nothing to fill the void.

  Adrian comes close to giving me that feeling, but it’s not quite as astronomical as the moment I held my parents’ ashes.

  I don’t believe in soulmates and love at first sight; they aren’t proven by science, and I believe what I see with proof.

  Adrian is hiding something from me, and I want to know. Two years is a long time, but thirty-years is even longer to hold onto a secret that I don’t remember.

  “You are fertile, Tabby.”

  My shoulders tense at his voice; the words escape me for a moment before they barrel back and smack me in the gut.

  His voice is liquid heat, burning and scorching the surface of my heart as he soothes the concern in my eyes with a click that releases my legs from the device. I slam my knees close, keeping them throbbing after my bones knocked together as I blush heavily under his gaze.

  Independent, strong woman, Tabby. I remind myself, and it does little to quench the thirst for him as he stands to push the device away.

  He gets to work on pulling my Donald Duck pajamas on. The soft material glides smoothly up my legs, and he lifts my butt off the table without much of an effort as I’m limp in his hands. I can’t do anything other than to gasp at him as my cheeks flush when I sit back down on the mess that I made.

  Good thing it wouldn’t show the stain much from the discoloration.

  “Do you do this to all your patients?” I can’t help but ask, and I shouldn’t feel jealousy over this doctor.

  He doesn’t know me, and I don’t know him, and he can have more female patients lined up with this treatment. However, my heart wants to be Adrian’s for as long as he will have me.

  Maybe one doctor’s appointment is all the time he has for me.

  “We meet again, Tabby,” he says.

  My confusion grows to the size of the ego of our current president. I try to decipher what he means because I have not met this hunk of a man anywhere. I would remember him, but I’m usually bad with remembering people. Everyone seems to blend into each other, and the faces turn into blurred images.

  I open my mouth to say something, to ask him what the heck is he talking about. This must be a joke. I have never been fond of jokes, and this assistant is too serious to pull something this time-consuming without spending money.

  She is stingy, a scrooge, and a money hoarder. Wave a stack of money in her face, and you’ll have a shark as your assistant; she’ll be the fiercest of them all with no remorse to those who she must track down to get more money.

  It’s what makes NASA assign her to me. They know that she will get me to do work and make me quit wasting precious time.

  “You weren’t on Hercules,” I wonder to myself out loud.

  I have been with those people for two years, and I’m not going to lie, there are faces that I can’t put names to and names that I can’t put faces to. I just know them by the little quirks that they have.

  One woman who loved big specks of black pepper is called Pepper for the sake of my memories, and one man had a fixation with lamps, so I call him Lamp. Everyone thinks that it’s a running joke, but what they don’t know was that it was my way of knowing “who was who”.

  I was going to be up there for two years. I did not want to be on everyone’s blacklist after the first week. It’s the proper time for anyone to remember a handful of names, but it took me more than that and even to this day, I couldn’t remember the Captain’s name, so I called him what his title is.

  “No, I wasn’t.” he shakes his head.

  “The guy from the hardware store that I dropped a hammer on?”

  He smirks. This might be him, and I’m about to apologize again when he denies that comment.

  “Okay,” I take a deep breath, crossing my legs to stop the leaking and pulsing of my walls.

  “Did I meet you under good or bad circumstances?”

  Adrian ruffles my hair; the gesture triggers a smell of cucumbers.

  What an odd notation that my brain makes.

  “It started out great, but it ended badly,” he rasps out, cupping my cheek and rubbing the softness of my skin.

  “I’m sorry?” I say, raising my voice as I’m apologizing about something I have no memory of.

  “I forgive you, and I have for a long time. It wasn’t your fault,” he explains.

  That doesn’t make me feel better. It must be something bad for him to bring it up years later if it’s been a while. Whatever the old Tabby did to this man, it was by accident because I would never intentionally hurt anyone.

  It’s not in my nature to raise a hand to another person, even defensive moves to protect them has me stressed if I had hurt them by accident with my own hands.

  “Can you tell me how I know you? Or what I did to you? I want to apologize for it,” I beg him, the guilt is weighing on me knowing that I have hurt this gorgeous man.

  “You being here is good enough.” he grips my wrist and pulls me down to make me stand on the ground while he takes a step in to hug me tightly.

  My arms are frozen to my side as his are firmer and warmer as I breathe in his scent. It was either that or die of suffocation; he doesn’t smell bad, so it’s a bonus to being in his embrace that feels protective and warm.

  “You returned to me.” he sighs into my hair, and my perplexity is more mysterious than the Bermuda Triangle.

  “I will be ke
eping an eye on your now,” Adrian grumbles into my hair, “You won’t be out of my sight for even one minute.”

  How does he propose to do that when he’s a doctor with patients, and I’m an astrophysicist who is always in the NASA? Our paths would rarely cross unless it’s the six-month medical checkup again.

  I voice my confusion to him, but that’s only the tip of the iceberg because how is he going to stand there and think that any realization would come to me if he hasn’t given me any information on our meeting.

  If we ever met before.

  His eyes show nothing but sincerity when he speaks, and he is not lying, and he’s frank about it.

  “I will be your bodyguard and the only man you will need.”

  What the flipping heck is this?

  Chapter Four

  Adrian

  “For the record, we need to be professional.”

  I look at Tabby with her eyebrows knotting in the most adorable crinkle as she pokes a finger to my hard chest. She stands much shorter than I do, and her act of intimidation doesn’t work on a man twice her size with special training from the Navy SEALs.

  “Nothing from yesterday means anything,” she said, clearing her throat with a light dust of pink on her cheeks.

  “It means what it means,” I say to watch her eyes cloud with confusion.

  Today is my first day as her official bodyguard, and I have seen her put up a fight to her supervisor today with her pretty, little feathers ruffled. The fire in her eyes was strong with her need to be independent, but due to her status as an important figure, I was briefed by her supervisors that all her work is classified and I was to never breathe an indication of it even under extreme circumstances.

  They meant torture.

  My assignment is to protect her with any means necessary; the NASA will take full responsibility for anything else, and I am to be with her all twenty-four hours of her life for however long.

  I’m thinking forever, and I’m going to make it happen one way or another.

  I am given a copy of her house keys, the passcode to her office and home security, and the all-around access to her life that aren’t an intrusion to her personal life or the sensitive information she deals with.