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eyes, she completely let him inside. Only one answer could be given to allow him full control over her desires. Her fetish. “Yes, doctor.”
    A growl rumbled out of him as he claimed her mouth.
    There…was her monster.
     

Chapter Four
     
    “Fuck, you do it for me,” he growled in her ear.
    “Ditto.” She shook her head, trying to keep it clear. Talk about losing the battle, when he stepped over to the stool and picked up the medical gown draped across it. “Oh, fuck.”
    “Things just get real?” He laid the gown across the padded seat of the chair and stared at her.
    “Very. Real,” she huffed out. He hadn’t even really touched her yet and her heart already hammered away against her ribcage.
    “Good.” He nodded to the gown again and then back at her. “I want you completely naked beneath the gown. Your exam will be quite thorough.”
    She reached for the bottom of her shirt, ready to pull it over her head but Zeke headed for the door.
    “There’s a hook on the back of the door you can hang your clothes on.”
    “Where are you going?” she asked, as she lowered her arms.
    “I have a few more things to grab to make this as authentic as possible.”
    “Oh.” Her lips puckered on the word and he stared at her mouth for a second.
    A growl reached her from across the room as he stepped through the door. “Naked,” he told her again as he pulled the door closed.
    “Holy. Shitballs,” she whispered again as she bent over at the waist. Putting her head between her legs to keep from hyperventilating was a real possibility.
    A medical fetish. Just. Fuck.
    Yes, it had turned her on in the past, but she’d never brought it up with Zeke. Not with anyone. But the dream. She vaguely remembered something about the dream.
    Taking a fortifying breath, she straightened her spine and tugged her shirt off. Then her bra, shorts and panties. Just as he said, there were hangers and hooks on the back of the door. After hanging them up, she walked back over to the medical chair and grabbed the gown. She bit her lip as she slipped it on. The fabric was soft, with a white background and tiny little butterflies all over it. It snapped in the back at the top and in the middle. As she straightened, the fabric in the front there was a knock on the door.
    “Are you ready for me?”
    “More than you know.”
    The door whooshed open and Aslan almost hit her knees.
    Zeke walked in, wearing blue scrubs and a bright-white doctor’s coat. A stethoscope hung around his neck and he carried a clipboard with a pen clipped to the top. “Mrs. Smythe?” He closed the door and faced her again.
    “Uh huh.” Yeah. That was all she had to offer. Swallowing her nervous excitement as he came forward, she added, “And you are?”
    “Dr. Zeke. Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand and she took it. His firm handshake heated her blood and she tried to stay focused.
    “Nice to meet you, too.”
    Glancing at his chest, she shook her head and smiled. “Dr. Zeke” was embroidered on the left side of his white coat.
    His grin when she looked back up? Things wet dreams were made of.
    “Let me get you seated and we can chat for a minute before I start your exam.”
    My exam.
    Blip.
    He released her hand and moved to the chair. He pushed a few buttons and flipped the stirrup legs down close to the chair base. A couple more levers and he moved the chair up into a fully-seated position.
    “Amazing,” she muttered a bit to herself.
    “I couldn’t agree more. She’s one of a kind.” Zeke was staring right at her. “Have a seat, please.”
    Aslan kicked her flip flops off next to the chair. “Oh, my gosh.”
    “What?”
    “I was ready for my feet to freeze on the cold floor but it’s warm.”
    “Heated floor. Only the best for my patients.”
    She took a seat as he watched her. “Do you make house calls?” She tried to keep a straight face. It almost worked.
    “Only for one very special patient.” He leaned back against a bank of