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Pretty sure she can’t ask that, but her desperation for my man must be stronger than the ethical code.
Matteo, though, beams at her question and proudly says, “I sure am.” And puffs his chest out a bit more.
“Oh, how wonderful,” Dr. Lane responds but her face does this amazing impersonation of a sour lemon. “Okay, now for the vaginal checkup.” She sits down and probes around. After a few seconds she gets up, chucking her gloves and says, “Everything looks great. Healed without any problems.”
“That’s it?” Matteo asks with a pitch to his voice. “That was the checkup?”
“Um, yes?” The doctor looks flustered.
“Beastie, I could have done that, and we would have avoided my near-death experience last night,” he says in all seriousness, his hands on his waist and I roll my eyes at his dramatics.
“Oh no,” Dr. Lane interrupts. “Are you okay, Matteo?”
“Oh, I’m fine now.” He grins, remembering just how much resuscitation his dick received last night but then his face grows somber. “But it was very much touch and go there for a second.”
Sure, it was…when his cum was covering every inch of me and he still wanted more.
“Jesus Christ. shut up, Matteo.” I slap my hand to my face.
“Do you need a checkup? I can take a look at whatever was bothering you. It would be no problem for me at all,” she offers so helpfully, and I click my tongue.
“I’m sure it wouldn’t be,” I say with zero amusement.
“Oh no, my girl here took care of all my problems, but thanks, Doc,” my suddenly clueless boyfriend replies, sending me a wink. “So does that mean she is cleared for sex?”
Poor Dr. Lane chokes on her own drool she was slobbering all over Matteo’s feet, coughing profusely, she sends him a nod.
“Great.” He claps his hands together and in a flash, he scoops me up in his arms. Half undressed, in a hospital gown and all. “Time to go, love.”
“Matteo! I need to get dressed,” I hiss at him.
“Ain’t nobody got time for that, Beastie.” Matteo throws me over his shoulder, grabs my stuff and using his hand to cover my exposed butt, hurries out the door. “Bye, Doc.”
I might be throwing threats at him and describing in great detail how I’ll be killing him later, but I’m also laughing the hardest I’ve ever laughed.
Thank God this crazy man is mine.
Love Hive:
Mellie’sdad: Attention! If you want to stay alive, stay off the roads for the next ten minutes.
Willoflove: What? Why? Matty is everything alright?
Willoflove: Why isn’t he replying? Did something happen?
Toughtolove: Wasn’t Zoe’s six-week appointment today?
Peaceforall: It was! I just saw them leave the hospital! It was so romantic!
Ninasunshine: What was romantic? Why do I always miss the good stuff?
Peaceforall: Matteo threw her over his shoulder and ran out the door like his bottom was on fire.
Toughtolove: Ha! I’m sure it was. But more like the front area.
Willoflove: Did you have to plant that image in my mind?
CookieJ: Matteo, the traffic was rerouted.