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“Tha t’s bec ause you make it easy,” he says, sliding a ha nd ins ide the

back of my shi rt. “It’s ea sy being with you. I can still ha ve the career
I’ve always want ed , but you make it ten times bet ter with the way you
support me. When I’m with you, I feel like I get to ha ve my cake and
ea t it, too.”
Now both of hi s ha nd s are benea th my shi rt, pres sed agains t my
back. He pulls me toward hi m and kisses me. I grin agains t hi s mouth

and whi sper, “Is it the bes t cake you’ve ev er tasted ?”
One of hi s ha nds moves to the back of my bra and he unf astens it
with ea se. “I’m pret ty sure, but maybe I need ano ther taste of it to be
positive. ” He pulls my shi rt and bra over my hea d. I beg in to push
mysel f off of hi m so I can pull off my jea ns , but he pulls me back ont o
hi s lap. He grab s hi s stet ho scope and puts it in hi s ea rs, then pres ses
the diaphra gm agains t my ches t, right over my hea rt.

“Wha t’s got your hea rt so worked up, Lily?”
I shru g inno cent ly. “It might ha ve a little to do with you, Dr.
Kinc aid.”
He drops the end of the stet hoscope and then lifts me off of hi m,
pushi ng me back ont o the couch. He sprea ds my leg s and kneel s
down on the couch bet ween them , placing the stet ho scope agains t my

ches t again. He uses hi s other ha nd to ho ld hi msel f up as he
cont inu es listeni ng to my hea rt.
“I’d say you’re at about ni net y bea ts per minu te, ” he says.
“Is tha t good or bad?”
He grins and lowers hi msel f on top of me. “I’ll be satisfied when it
rea ches one forty.”
Yea h. If it rea ches 140, I’m thi nk ing I’ll be satisfied , too.

He lowers hi s mouth to my ches t and my ey es fall shu t when I feel
hi s tong ue slide across my brea st. He takes me in hi s mouth, keep ing
the stet ho scope pres sed against my ches t the ent ire time. “You’re at
about one hu nd red no w,” he says. He wraps the stet ho scope around
hi s nec k again and then pulls back, unb uttoni ng my jea ns . Onc e he
slides them off of me, he turns me over unt il I’m on my stomach, my

arms draped over the arm of the couch.
“Get on your knees ,” he says.
I do wha t he says and bef ore I’m ev en adjusted , I feel the cold
met al of the stet ho scope meet my ches t again, thi s time with hi s arm