Abigail
Finnegan shoved off me like I was acid, turning away from the door to hide his raging cock.
My entire body screamed in protest as I heard the sound of his zipper being yanked up just as the doctor strutted in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting- oh, you're up already?"
My face burned as the doctor moved closer, placing a palm over my forehead, taking my temperature. I was off the bed in under a second, swatting his hand away from me with a nervous laugh.
God, I probably looked guilty as fuck. I had my hand down my boss's pants thirty seconds ago.
"How are we feeling?" Dr Hale asked pleasantly.
Horny and incredibly stupid, right now. What happened to the whole plan of staying away from him?
"Much better," I said. "Thank you."
He snapped on a glove and reached for the blood pressure cuff. "Take a seat, miss. I'm not letting you leave this place unless I'm sure you're fine,"
