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Removed - Chapter 13

(EPOV)

Today's the day.

The day I've been waiting months for.

My last appointment with Dr. Swan.

After today, she'll simply be 'Bella' to me—unless, of course, she likes being called 'Dr. Swan' in bed. I mean, she could be a dominatrix and demand to be addressed by her professional name. Crazier things have happened.

I just want to know. I've learned so much about her already, but we've stayed away from sexual topics in our conversations because we both knew we couldn't be trusted. I want to know what she likes, what she doesn't like, how she feels, what she tastes like.

Fuck!

Maybe I should rub one out before my appointment.

Nah, I want the next time I come to be with Bella—either in her or on her, I don't care—but I don't want to blow my load too soon.

Nope, I'm not touching myself right now. I've waited this long, I can wait a little while longer.

Bella's worth it.

"Hello, Mr. Cullen. How are you today?"

Bella walks in, her hair up in a bun, playing the ultimate professional.

"Very well, Dr. Swan. How are you?" I reply, playing along, when all I want to do—all I can think about—is kissing her stupid.

"Actually, I'm really good," she smirks, putting her goggles on in preparation for my final treatment. "Thanks for asking."

Fuck! Why did I think it was a good idea not to jack off before coming here?

I don't even try to hide my reaction to her, because none of my tricks work with her anyway. She's my kryptonite.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready to get this show on the road," she says, her eyes reflecting back the same desperation I feel. "Shirt off. Lie down." I love a woman who knows what she wants.

Moments later, Bella has me flat on my back and the laser's erasing what's left of my past. While she's doing the treatment, she's focused, intentionally keeping her eyes trained on the task at hand. I can't keep my eyes off her, appreciating the view and anticipating what's ahead.

Suddenly, it dawns on me what I have to do—what I need to do. As much as I'd like to throw Bella down and fuck her right here on this table, I can't. She means more to me than that. Maybe a few months ago I'd have done that, given the chance; today, lying here and looking up at her, the feelings rushing through my body are greater than lust or desire. I do want her, but I want it to be special. She deserves that.

Bella quickly finishes my treatment and bandages up the area for the last time.

"How long do I have to wait?" I ask, turning around to slip my shirt back on.

I hear a rustling sound behind me and as I turn around, I see Bella slipping off her lab coat. My eyes go directly to her boobs, naturally, and I'm not sure if I'm hallucinating or what, but I swear I see two perfect circles protruding from her shirt, where her nipples would be.

My knees feel weak and my mouth goes dry.

"Bella?" I question, my voice as strained as my cock that's begging for release.

"Oh, well, you can wash it tonight, as usual," she says, nonchalantly, knowing exactly what she's doing to me. "Then, the bandage can come off in a few days. Just be sure to stay out of the sun for a couple of weeks."

"What?" I ask, unable to understand her, thanks to all the blood that just rushed to my dick.

"You were asking how long you have to wait," she says slowly.

"I wasn't talking about that. Actually, uh . . ." I mumble, all coherent thought leaving my brain. The only things I can focus on right now are her nipples and the possibility that they're pierced.

"Are your nipples pierced?" I ask, with a pained tone to my voice.

She gets a cocky little grin on her face and I know she knows what I'm talking about. She just wants to torture me.

"Your appointment is over, Mr. Cullen," she says, ignoring my question and allowing my name to roll off her tongue in the most erotic way. Her eyes are hooded as she looks at me from the other side of the exam table.

"Am I still your patient, Dr. Swan? I mean, do I have to wait until this heals or—"

"Fuck, no!" she says, covering her mouth, and looking around like someone might have heard her. "I'd like to burn this file," she says, picking up my chart and holding it in front of her nearly-exposed chest.

I'd like to burn that file, too, and the shirt you're wearing.

I can't help reaching out and pulling her to me. Leaning forward, I slowly brush my lips against hers. She doesn't pull back or hesitate, but rather leans into the kiss, telling me that she wants more. My hand creeps up her side, until I'm cupping her perfect breast, my thumb sweeping out and brushing against the piercing that I knew was there. She gasps, her breath catching in her throat. I press my body firmly against hers, showing her exactly how much I want her right now, but I know we don't have the privacy we need for that.

"What time is your last appointment?" I whisper against her lips.

"I should be finished no later than five," she answers, her breath coming out a little shaky. I know she feels the same way I do—needy, horny, at the breaking point. I completely understand and I would love nothing more than to take care of her—give her what she needs—but it'll have to wait a few more hours.

"I'll be out front waiting on you," I tell her, kissing the top of her head.

"Promise?" she asks, holding onto me.

"I may not even leave the parking lot," I confess.

"Don't say that. I won't be able to focus, if I know you're out there," she says, laughing. "Go! Do something, but be back here by five!" she demands, pushing me toward the door.

"You bet your sweet ass!" I say, giving her a wink, before heading out the door.

Bella walks out behind me, after putting her lab coat back on—thank, God—but goes straight into another exam room, while I make my way to the front desk.

"So, this is your last appointment, huh?" Lauren, the receptionist, asks from behind the window.

"Yeah, unless I get another crazy-assed tattoo or a bad case of psoriasis, I guess this is my last appointment," I reply, smiling at the thought and reminder that the foreplay is almost over.

"Well, I'm sad that I won't see you again," she says, smiling up at me.

"Maybe you'll see me around sometime," I suggest, not wanting to count my chickens before they hatch, and all that shit.

After signing a form she has for me, I turn to leave, my mind on what I can do for the next few hours, when I hear her call out behind me.

"Edward, um, I'm not sure if this is . . . well, I mean, since you're not technically a patient and all . . . uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is, could I give you my number? Maybe you could call me?"

My face heats up when I realize what she's insinuating and I fumble for the right words to say. I don't want to make things awkward on the chance that I will see her again in a completely different capacity, but I also don't want to lead her on in any way. Above all, I can't screw things up with Bella, because we're finally getting our chance to see where this goes.

"That's, uh . . . actually, I . . ." I stammer, trying to think of what to tell her.

"Oh, my God, I'm such a tool. Of course, you have a girlfriend!" she exclaims, slapping her forehead with her hand. "A gorgeous guy like you would not be single. I don't know what came over me," she says, shaking her head, causing herself more embarrassment with each word. "You do have a girlfriend, don't you?" she asks, hesitantly.

Do I?

Is Bella my girlfriend?

We haven't talked about labels or statuses, but something about our relationship feels permanent and monogamous.

"I have a . . . someone," I reply, smiling to myself. Bella's definitely my someone.

Lauren offers her apologies once again. I assure her that there's no reason to be embarrassed and tell her that I'm flattered she asked. We say our goodbyes and I head out the door, counting down the minutes until five o'clock.

A/Ns:

So, who's ready for five o'clock? *raises both hands AND feet* It's five o'clock somewhere, right?!

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