Chapter 1: The Unwelcome Cure
The sterile scent of antiseptic stung Mia’s nostrils as she sat on the crinkly paper of the hospital bed, her toned legs dangling over the edge. At 29, Mia was a force of nature—sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and a personal trainer who could deadlift twice her weight. But here, in the cold, clinical room of St. Mary’s Hospital, she felt a rare flicker of vulnerability. Her abdominal pain had landed her in the ER, and now, Dr. Ethan Reed—a smug, chiseled bastard with a smirk that could melt steel—was delivering the most mortifying news of her life.
“So, Mia,” Ethan began, his voice dripping with a mix of professionalism and amusement, “we’ve ruled out anything serious, but you’re severely backed up. We’re going to need to administer an enema to relieve the pressure.”
Mia’s hazel eyes narrowed, her jaw tightening. “You’re joking, right? I’m not some damsel who needs her plumbing fixed by a pretty boy in a lab coat. Give me a pill or something.”
Ethan’s smirk widened as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms over a chest that strained against his scrubs. “Oh, I’m flattered you think I’m pretty, but no pill’s gonna cut it. You’ve got a blockage that needs a more… hands-on approach. Trust me, I’m a professional.”
“Professional pain in my ass,” Mia shot back, her voice laced with venom. “You’re enjoying this way too much, doc. What’s next, you gonna ask me out while you’re down there?”
Ethan chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent an unexpected shiver down Mia’s spine. “Tempting, but I’m more focused on getting you flushed out. Though, if you keep up that fire, I might just have to take you up on that date—after we’re done.”
Mia rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed despite herself. She hated how his cocky charm was getting under her skin. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. But if you so much as smirk while you’re doing this, I’ll kick your ass so hard you’ll need an enema.”
“Deal,” Ethan replied, his blue eyes glinting with mischief as he prepared the equipment. He gestured for her to lie on her side, and Mia complied with a huff, her athletic frame tensing as she felt the cool air on her exposed skin. The situation was humiliating, but there was something about Ethan’s confident hands and teasing tone that stirred a heat in her core she hadn’t expected.
As he worked with practiced ease, his voice dropped lower, almost intimate. “Relax, Mia. I’ve got you. Just breathe.”
“Easy for you to say,” she snapped, though her voice wavered as a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal coiled in her belly. “You’re not the one with a tube up your—oh, fuck, that’s cold!”
Ethan’s laugh was warm, almost too warm. “Sorry, should’ve warned you. But hey, you’re handling this like a champ. Most people would be begging for mercy by now.”
“I don’t beg,” Mia growled, though her breath hitched as the sensation shifted from discomfort to something… else. Her body betrayed her, a flush spreading across her skin, her mind racing with thoughts she shouldn’t be having in a damn hospital room. Ethan’s proximity, the way his fingers brushed her skin as he adjusted the equipment—it was maddening.
“Never said you did,” Ethan murmured, his tone suddenly softer, charged. “But damn, Mia, you’ve got a fire in you. I can’t help but wonder what else gets you this riled up.”
Her eyes flicked to his, catching the raw hunger in his gaze. Her pussy clenched involuntarily, a wave of heat making her wet despite the absurdity of the moment. “Keep wondering, doc,” she bit out, her voice husky. “But if you think this is foreplay, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Oh, I think we both know there’s something coming,” Ethan teased, his voice a low growl as he finished the procedure, his hand lingering just a moment too long on her hip. Mia’s breath came faster, her body aching for more than just relief from the enema. She was sweating now, panting softly, and the air between them crackled with unspoken desire.
As she sat up, adjusting her hospital gown, Mia locked eyes with Ethan, her gaze fierce and unyielding. “You’re playing a dangerous game, doc. Don’t think I won’t make you regret it.”
Ethan stepped closer, his hard frame towering over her, his own breath uneven. “I’m counting on it,” he whispered, and in that moment, Mia knew this humiliating hospital visit was about to take a turn she’d never forget.
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