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prolonged usage of a cock pump, it may become one of the only ways to achieve an erection?”
    My candid response definitely caught him off guard. It took a moment for the light to click on.
    “Wait a minute. It’s still fuzzy... are you the doctor who treated me last weekend?”
    I nodded and sat back.
    With a smug look on his face he said, “Well, I can guarantee you that I can get an erection without a pump. If you’d like, there’s a back room I can let you examine me in.”
    “Really, Scar? Do you see stupid tattooed over my forehead?”
    He chuckled. “Same feisty and beautiful woman I remember, Jules.” This time it was Scar’s turn to move in. Inches apart, he inhaled deeply before touching his lips to my cheek for a tantalizing peck. “You smell like a fully ripened fruit, Jules.”
    He kissed me again, this time a bit closer to the corner of my mouth, lengthening the smooch. “Raspberries, just the way I remember. I bet you’re juicy and delicious.”
    Damn! His mouth is just as dirty as ever!
    I felt his breath flow around my face and touch my mouth. I couldn’t move as I wished for his lips to be on mine. The compliment, and his closeness, warmed much more than my cheeks. They sent my heart racing and pussy throbbing. I was afraid my hormones were going on a trip of a lifetime, and I would have no way of stopping them.
    “Are you alone?” he asked, as if his entire night depended on my answer. Of course I was alone. I’d been alone ever since he left me at the hospital in Colorado with nothing more than a note. I was more alone than I had ever been in my life. I shifted in my seat and took another swig.
    “How did you end up at a strip club?” I changed the topic. There was no point in me beating around the bush. The fact that I was curious about my old friend wasn’t a secret. And I’d preferred that he answered questions about himself instead of me halving to talk about my screwed up past. “You were smart. With your experience in splitting couples apart, I pictured you as a lawyer handling divorces or something.”
    He cringed for a brief second. “You sure that’s the only reason you’re here?”
    That’s right, I forgot that swaying Scar’s attention was more challenging than riding a raging bull.
    I let out a breath, contemplating my answer. Scar would know if I was lying, so I opted for a half-truth. “No, but I’m not willing to venture any further at this moment.”
    If I were to bet, that growl I heard came from Scar’s chest. Did he want me to go into the uncharted territory that had lured me to him most of my life? I wasn’t sure just yet. Scar seemed different and more open now. There was a calmness in his eyes I hadn’t seen before. It was as if his tortured soul had just found peace, and I was the first one to see it.
    I usually didn’t talk about my past, but I was comfortable enough with myself to admit to a man that I was attracted to him, simply because it didn’t mean anything to me anymore. It might have to him, but not to me – not since I accepted that I’d remain single forever. My honesty usually implied that I was an easy fuck. Except that in the past, when I was on the prowl, the man didn’t know I was the one planning to fuck him. And I hadn’t done that in over two years. I shook the thought away, even as it whipped through my body like a thin strap of leather.
    That was the old me. The sick me, completely addicted to sex. Despite my curiosity about Scar, I’d trained my body not to act on impulse, and I knew I wouldn’t throw the last year away into the garbage – well, unless Scar jumped in with me.
    Stop it!
    “Drunk patients with no real injuries usually get dismissed right away. Why the preferential treatment, Doctor? Why let me stay until I sobered? And why the STD report?”
    Aha, so he had noticed. Yeah, I might have gone beyond my duty. And what the heck was with all the questions? For a moment I felt like I was sitting in a witness