Chapter 1Asher's POV
I keep telling myself it's just a checkup. Nothing weird. Except I agreed to let him use me as a teaching case for his residents.
Problem is, he isn't some random doctor.
Dr. Lucian Cross has been my dad's best friend since forever. I've called him Uncle Luc my whole life. He taught me to ride a bike, showed up at my graduation, comes over for dinner when he's not drowning in hospital shifts. He's forty-two. Stupidly handsome. And for the past two years, I've had feelings for him I absolutely shouldn't have.
Today he's about to examine every inch of me while strangers watch.
I breathe in slow, but it doesn't calm the flutter in my chest. The exam room is too bright. The paper on the table crinkles every time I move. This hospital gown barely covers my thighs and feels see-through under the lights. I keep pulling it down even though it won't matter once we start.
I'm twenty-four and I've never been touched. Not really. No guy has ever put his hands on me the way I sometimes want. The only thing close to a relationship was with Marco. We met online when I was twenty. He was thirty-four, just finishing med school. We went out maybe four times. Then Mom married him two years later. Now he's my stepfather. He's nice. Keeps his distance. We barely see each other with our schedules. I thought whatever I felt back then was gone.
A knock breaks my thoughts.
"Asher? Ready?"
Uncle Luc's voice makes my stomach flip.
"Yeah," I say.
The door opens. He walks in with that calm smile I've always known. Two guys in white coats follow.
"This is Owen and Blake," he says. "One more coming. You remember what we talked about. Everything stays professional. You can stop whenever you want."
I nod. My throat feels tight. "Okay."
"Good girl." His voice is soft, almost like he doesn't realize he said it, but heat rushes through me anyway. "Lie back."
I do. The paper crackles under me. He guides me down the table until my legs hang off the edge. Then he pulls out the metal stirrups.
"Feet up."
My heart pounds. I put my feet in the cold metal but keep my knees pressed together.
His hand settles on my knee, warm and firm. "Can I?"
I nod.
He spreads my legs slowly, adjusting the stirrups wider. Cool air hits between my thighs and I shiver. His hands are on my skin. The same hands that used to ruffle my hair at family barbecues. It feels so wrong and I can't stop thinking about it.
"Perfect," he murmurs. He pulls on gloves and waves the residents closer. Rolls his sleeves up. Those forearms shouldn't look that good. "Positioning is key. Patients get nervous and close their legs. You need a clear view. Labia, clitoris, vaginal opening."
His gloved fingers touch me. He spreads me open, careful and precise. A wet sound fills the quiet. I'm already slick. Embarrassment burns through me. I glance at Owen and Blake. Their faces stay neutral.
"Temperature next," Uncle Luc says. He comes back with a thin thermometer and lube. "Most accurate reading is internal."
He coats the tip and looks right at me. "This goes inside. Okay?"
I nod. Can't speak. The idea of him pushing anything inside me while strangers watch makes something shameful twist in my belly.
He slides it in slow. The cool pressure makes me gasp softly. Three pairs of eyes stare between my open legs as he holds it there. Then pulls it out.
"Normal," he says, tossing the cover.
I feel like I'm melting.
"Uncle Luc..." His name comes out shaky.
Someone knocks. The door opens.
"Sorry I'm late, Dr. Cross."
That voice.
Everything freezes.
"No problem," Luc says easily. "Just started. Come in, Marco."
I turn my head.
Marco. My stepfather.
Standing there in a white coat with a file under his arm. His eyes meet mine. Then drop. Slowly. To where I'm spread wide open, wet and completely exposed under the lights.
Chapter 2
Asher's POV
The door opens.
Marco walks in carrying a tablet. White coat crisp and clean. Hair a little longer than I remember. He looks more confident now. More settled into himself.
His eyes find mine. Hold for a moment. Then drift down.
My stomach drops.
I'm lying here completely exposed under surgical lights. Legs spread wide in metal stirrups. Still wet from Uncle Luc's fingers. There's no hiding anything.
Heat crawls up my neck and sprees across my face.
Marco's jaw tightens. Just for a second. Then his expression goes carefully blank.
Oh god. He can see everything.
Uncle Luc doesn't pause. "Starting the external assessment now."
His gloved hand returns between my thighs. Fingers glide through the wetness pooled there. My hips twitch on their own when he touches a spot that makes my breath catch.
I bite the inside of my cheek trying to stay quiet.
This is professional. Medical. That's all this is.
Except Marco is standing right there watching.
"Right here," Uncle Luc says to the residents. Not to me. His finger presses that same sensitive spot again. "Notice the response."
I gasp before I can stop myself.
My toes curl in the stirrups. The paper crinkles loud under my back.
"Does that help her relax?" Marco's voice cuts through the buzzing in my ears.
I haven't heard him speak in months. We pass each other in the kitchen sometimes. Exchange polite hellos. But actual conversation? We stopped doing that a long time ago.
Now he's asking questions about my body while staring directly at my pussy.
"Loosens the pelvic muscles," Uncle Luc explains. "Reduces discomfort for what comes next."
One finger pushes inside me. Slow and steady.
I bite down harder. Taste copper.
Another finger joins the first. They curl up. Press against something inside that makes my whole body jerk. His thumb starts circling my clit in small precise movements.
A moan tears out of my throat.
No. No no no.
But I can't take it back.
The wet sounds of his fingers working inside me echo off the white walls. Everyone can hear it. Everyone knows how turned on I am.
I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe if I can't see them they can't see me.
Stupid thought.
"Breast examination next," Uncle Luc announces. His fingers slide out leaving me empty and throbbing. "Need assistance here."
"I got it." Marco moves before Owen or Blake can volunteer.
My eyes fly open.
He's already reaching for the ties on my gown. Still won't look at my face. Just undoes the knots with quick efficient movements.
The fabric falls away from my chest.
Cold air hits bare skin. My nipples tighten into hard points immediately.
This is Marco. My sort-of ex. My mother's husband. The man I used to imagine touching me exactly like this back when I was twenty and stupid and didn't know any better.
Now it's actually happening and I don't know what I feel.
"Check for lumps or irregularities first," Uncle Luc instructs.
Marco's hands settle over my breasts. His palms are so warm they almost burn. He presses gently. Works in slow circles. Completely professional technique.
But I remember these hands.
Remember them brushing against mine when he handed me coffee during our second date. Remember wondering what they'd feel like on other parts of me.
God I was so naive back then.
"Good," Uncle Luc says. "Now massage to increase blood flow."
Marco's thumbs sweep across my nipples.
Lightning shoots straight down my spine to where I'm still wet and aching between my legs. My back arches off the table before I can control it.
He pauses. Then does it again.
Slower this time. More deliberate.
Is he doing this on purpose?
His thumbs circle. Press. Then he pinches both nipples at once and I nearly come apart.
A whimper escapes me.
"Oral stimulation next," Uncle Luc says. "Tests nerve response effectively."
Wait. What?
Marco leans down without hesitation.
His mouth closes over my left nipple. Hot and wet. His tongue circles the tip. Flicks back and forth. Meanwhile his fingers keep working the other side. Pinching. Rolling.
I'm panting now. Can't help it. Every flick of his tongue sends sparks straight to my clit.
This is so wrong.
This is my stepfather's mouth on my body.
But it feels so good I could cry.
"Doc—" I start to moan his real name. Stop myself just in time. "Doctor."
My voice comes out breathy and desperate.
Uncle Luc's hand appears in my peripheral vision. "That's enough."
Marco straightens up immediately.
I'm left gasping. Trembling. My nipples are wet and swollen from his mouth.
"Such a good girl," Uncle Luc murmurs. His gloved hand cups my cheek for just a second. The touch is gentle. Almost tender. "You're doing so well for us."
The praise hits me like a drug.
Warmth floods my whole body. Makes me feel floaty and light.
I want him to say it again.
"Now for the internal exam," Uncle Luc continues. Two fingers slide back inside me. No resistance at all. I'm soaked. "I'm going to demonstrate G-spot stimulation. This is where most people make mistakes."
My face burns hotter.
He's talking about me like I'm a diagram in a textbook. Meanwhile Marco is standing there watching Uncle Luc's fingers disappear into my body over and over.
This should humiliate me.
It does humiliate me.
But something else is building too. Something hot and desperate.
Uncle Luc curves his fingers up. Searches. Then finds that spot inside that makes my vision white out for a second.
My knees jerk together instinctively.
"Hold her," Uncle Luc says calmly.
Owen and Blake each grab one of my thighs. Their grip is firm. They spread me even wider than before and hold me there.
"See this response?" Uncle Luc starts pumping his hand. Steady rhythm. His fingers hit that spot with every thrust. "This is what proper technique looks like."
I'm making sounds I've never made before. High desperate whimpers. The wet noises from between my legs are obscene.
Everyone can hear how much I want this.
My vision goes fuzzy around the edges.
Then Marco steps closer.
His hands wrap around both my wrists. Pins them above my head against the crinkly paper. He's so close I can smell his cologne. The same one he wore on our dates.
That's what destroys me.
The orgasm slams into me like a train. I scream. Actually scream. My whole body convulses. Every muscle clenches tight. My pussy grips Uncle Luc's fingers over and over in waves I can't control.
It goes on forever.
When it finally stops I can't catch my breath. Tears leak from my eyes down into my hair.
Reality crashes back.
Oh my god.
I just came. In front of four people. During a teaching demonstration. With my stepfather watching the whole thing.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper. My voice is completely wrecked. Raw. "I didn't mean to... I'm sorry, Uncle Luc, I—"
"Stop." His voice is warm. Almost pleased. "Don't apologize. That's exactly what was supposed to happen." He withdraws his fingers gently. "You did perfectly."
He turns to look at Marco.
My heart stutters.
"Do you think you could achieve the same result orally?"
Silence drops like a stone.
Marco stares at him. "You're asking me to..."
"Go down on her. Yes."
The room feels too small suddenly. Too hot.
Nobody moves.
Then Marco's eyes shift to me.
Really look at me for the first time since he walked in.
His pupils are dilated. Dark and hungry.
And despite everything—despite how wrong this is—I feel myself getting wet all over again.
Chapter 3
Asher's POV
Marco's gaze locks onto mine again.
But this time it's different. Darker. More focused.
There's something in his eyes that makes my breath catch. Something I recognize from years ago. Across the dinner table when Mom wasn't looking. Back when I thought I was imagining things.
I wasn't imagining anything.
He doesn't move yet. Just stares. Then takes one step closer until he's standing right between my spread thighs.
His hands come up. He peels off his gloves slowly. Never breaking eye contact.
"Yeah," he says quietly. "I can do that."
My spine tingles. My heart slams against my ribs so hard it hurts.
This is insane. I shouldn't react to him like this. Not after all this time. Not when I've been fantasizing about Uncle Luc for two years.
But my body doesn't care about logic.
Uncle Luc looks at Owen and Blake. "She's pretty stimulated already. Let's keep the audience smaller for this part so she stays comfortable. You two can head out. Marco, you stay. You know her better anyway."
Owen and Blake exchange a quick look. Disappointment flickers across their faces but they nod.
As Blake steps back, his fingers trail over my knee. Just once. Light. Then he follows Owen to the door.
It clicks shut.
The room feels different immediately.
Quieter.
Heavier.
More intimate somehow.
Uncle Luc moves to stand beside my head. Closer to my upper body. So he can watch whatever Marco's about to do.
The thought sends another wave of heat through me.
How many times can someone get turned on in one afternoon? I never thought about that before.
"Take your time," Uncle Luc says. "Pay attention to how she responds. That'll tell you what works."
Marco pulls a stool closer. Sits down. His shoulders brush the inside of my thighs and I suck in air.
Then I feel his breath against me. Warm. Right there.
My whole body jerks.
Before I can adjust, his mouth presses against me. Full contact.
His lips are so soft. They move slowly upward. Dragging from my entrance all the way to my clit. Which is definitely still swollen from everything earlier.
A sound escapes me when he kisses it. Actually kisses my clit like it's something precious.
He does it again. But this time his tongue follows. Circles it. Takes it into his mouth like he's savoring something sweet.
The wet sounds fill the quiet room.
I try to lift my hips. Push closer to his mouth. But the stirrups hold me exactly where I am.
"Perfect," Uncle Luc murmurs above me.
Then his hands settle on my bare breasts.
They're so warm. Just as warm as Marco's mouth between my legs.
He cups them. Kneads slowly. I try to arch into his touch but I can barely move.
His fingers circle my nipples. They go hard immediately under his touch.
I moan. Can't tell which feels better. Marco's tongue on my clit or Uncle Luc's hands on my chest.
Uncle Luc's thumbs brush back and forth over my nipples. At the same time Marco's tongue flicks light and fast.
"She's really sensitive here," Uncle Luc observes. Like he's narrating. "Keep going. Yeah like that. Don't speed up yet."
Marco's tongue moves in slow teasing circles. Uncle Luc pinches both nipples at once. Rolls them between his fingers.
The combination rips a sharp cry out of me. I arch as much as I can.
Marco groans against me. The vibration makes everything more intense.
He takes more of my clit into his mouth. Sucks harder now. His tongue is still controlled but building. His hands slide under my thighs and spread them even wider.
Uncle Luc leans down close to my ear.
"Look at him," he says softly. "Your stepfather's down there tasting you like he's been thinking about it for years. Does it feel good, Asher?"
Marco pushes two thick fingers inside me. Still licking. Still sucking.
I can only nod. Can't form words. This feels incredible. Better than anything I've imagined lying alone in bed at night.
I feel dirty. Being examined and pleasured at the same time. But the pleasure drowns out any shame.
Marco's fingers curl up. Hit that same spot inside Uncle Luc found before.
Oh god.
I can't handle this. My thighs start shaking. He stretches me with his fingers while his tongue works my clit faster now.
Uncle Luc doesn't stop either. He squeezes my breasts. Lifts them. His thumbs keep circling my hard nipples.
Then he bends down and takes one into his mouth. Sucks it while Marco sucks my clit.
I'm going to lose my mind.
My breathing comes in short gasps. Every nerve in my body is on fire.
Marco's fingers pump faster. His tongue flicks relentlessly. Uncle Luc's mouth is hot and wet on my nipple.
Pressure builds low in my belly. Tighter and tighter until I can't breathe.
Then it snaps.
I come hard. Crying out. My body convulses. Clenches around Marco's fingers over and over in waves I can't stop.
Both of them keep going. Drawing it out. Making it last until I'm sobbing from how intense it is.
When I finally stop shaking, I can barely see straight.
This is the most wrong, most incredible thing that's ever happened to me.
And I want more.
