Found

"Is everything okay?"

"Um…" My voice shook on that one syllable, because no. Everything was not okay. The thin paper beneath me crinkled as I shifted my weight, adjusting my open-in-the-front gown.

I'd chosen this guy because I thought he'd be old. His name was Edward, for crying out loud. But the blindingly handsome man standing in front of me in his crisp white lab coat was anything but old.

Lord, help me.

Closing my gaping mouth, I cleared my throat. "Yes. Sorry." I finally shook the hand he'd extended upon introducing himself.

"Okay, great." That same hand blazed a trail through his already messy hair. "Lie back, please."

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The feel of Dr. Cullen's lithe fingers pressing into my breasts made my breathing turn shallow, and his eyes met mine more than once. Maybe because he noticed? Or maybe because I was making things more awkward by finding it difficult to tear my gaze away from his face.

He had the kind of face you'd expect to see on the cover of GQ. Not right up close and in real life. Nor attached to a man whose hands were currently on your bare breasts.

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When he sat on his stool, gloved hand in the air, with lube on his finger, my only thought was that he wouldn't need it.

"Are you comfortable, Bella?"

"Yes," I squeaked.

He placed his free, ungloved hand on my belly, and it was the warmest thing I could ever remember feeling.

"Relax," he murmured.

I obeyed. In fact, I think I melted right into the table.

His long finger slid into me, and I know I clenched. It couldn't be helped.

Worried, I looked down at him just as his tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip. He swallowed hard but kept his eyes on the prize.

A hot, prickly flush crawled from the top of my head, down my body. I squirmed as his finger remained inside, bending and flexing. And I gasped when it skimmed over the spot that had always seemed to elude my ex-lovers.

It caught me off guard, and I blurted out, "Well, at least someone found it," and then immediately covered my face with both hands.

Dr. Cullen's soft laughter met my ears, and I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or even more mortified.

He wrote his notes while I gathered myself.

I didn't know what I expected, but my shoulders slumped with disappointment when he left the room with nothing more than a smile and a "Check-out is to the left. Have a good day".

But when I slid off the table and picked up my shirt, a piece of paper fluttered to the floor.

Bella,

At the risk of my job, I wanted to say that I hope you'll give me the opportunity to find it again someday. But I'd love to get to know you better first. Dinner?

His number ended the note, and I texted him immediately.

Yes. I'd love to get to know you better too. And for you to find it again. And again and again.

His reply came within seconds. And it was perfect.

Challenge accepted.

Written by: GeekChic12 (Host)

Prompt: (315): My gynecologist hit my g-spot today by accident and for some reason I went "at least someone found it" VERY AWKWARD