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“You do, Sir,” she murmurs.

“That’s a good girl. You’ll let me decide what’s best for you. Even if they ache and drip. Sometimes, I will make you wait so long that you’ll find yourself on your hands and knees, rocking forward and back to alleviate the pressure.”

I bend down and place a chaste kiss on both nipples before blowing against them. “Making you wait will help you remember that I’m your Dominant. Some days you will need the reminder. You will wait patiently, knowing that it pleases me. When I’m ready, I will ease your discomfort and reward you.”

As I add this last part, I sit back on my heels and trail a finger into the front of her panties. I flick her clit.

Emilia cries out, coming hard from that simple contact.

I know what’s going on in her head. She’s just realized that I control her orgasms, and I will dole them out often, as long as she’s a good, obedient girl.

She’s still panting as I plant my hands alongside her head and lean over to kiss her. Not a peck this time. A deep kiss that has both of us groaning before it’s over.

Still hovering above her, I hold her gaze. “I’m going for a run now, baby. Your tampon needs to come out. It’s been inside you long enough. Why don’t you change it, take a long soak in the tub, and then if you feel up to it, get dressed for the day? If you need to stay in bed a while longer, that’s fine, but we have an appointment with the doctor at ten.”

I rise off her and stand next to the bed to look for some shorts after dropping that bomb.

Emilia is breathy as she pushes onto her elbows. “Kinsley?”

“Yep. She’s the only doctor in town.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to be sure there’s not something we’re missing about your periods.” I pull on my T-shirt, kiss her one last time, and grab my shoes. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

The stunned look on her face—eyes wide, jaw dropped—almost makes me chuckle. Fuck, I love to shock her.

Chapter 20

Emilia

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Several hours later, heedless of my protests, I find myself sitting in an exam room in Kinsley’s office. The diploma on the wall says Dr. Kinsley Matloff, but she makes it clear to everyone who enters her office that she prefers to be called by her first name. I’ve only been in Wilde a short time, but I consider Kinsley a friend. She’d bop me upside the head if I called her Dr. Matloff.

I’m wearing a large napkin because my bossy boyfriend called Kinsley yesterday and told her I needed a full exam, even though I’m on my period. I don’t, but I’ll keep my lips zipped and humor him.

The truth is I’m secretly elated that I seem to have fallen for a man who gives a fuck about me beyond cursory nods. Many of my friends in college entered into deep relationships and got engaged. None of them had anything that came close to comparing to this thing I have with Haden.

I don’t know anyone my age who is actively interested in getting pregnant. I’m twenty-two. I just graduated. If it weren’t for coming to Wilde and connecting with Haden, I would be heading off to graduate school to basically bide my time until I met the right man who wanted at least some of the things I want.

Except hell would have frozen over while I wandered the Earth looking for my right man because I’d already met him. I haven’t given any guys the time of day for four years because none of them compared to the man I already had in mind to be my husband and the father of my kids.

It’s been three days. I don’t know how it’s possible we ended up this deeply involved in such a short amount of time, but we did. And here we are. My overbearing man is in the exam room with me. He helped me undress, lifted me onto the end of the table, and put the paper gown on me himself.

His brow is furrowed, and he keeps rubbing his jaw because he’s irrationally concerned about my periods.

Kinsley enters with a smile and closes the door. “Good morning.” She reaches over to shake Haden’s hand. “I’m Kinsley.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Matloff.”

She holds up a hand. “Kinsley. Please. I’m uncomfortable with honorifics.”

“But you earned it,” he points out.

She shrugs. “And I prefer to go by my first name.” With a grin, she turns to me. “What brings you in today, Emilia?”

“This bossy neanderthal just found out that some women have violent periods, so he’s concerned about me dying from cramps or bleeding to death.”