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  “I’m sure it happens more often than you think,” Katie assured her, giving her a slight pull to kiss her on the cheek.

  “Look, there’s a difference between seeing my doctor for my diaphragm and her knowing that I have sex.”

  “Doesn’t the fact that she knows you have a diaphragm means she knows you have sex?”

  “Yes, but this is different!”

  Katie pushed open the door. “I don’t see how. Stop worrying about it. Relax, alright?”

  “Oh, god, Katie,” Regina whispered, pulling her from the door.

  “What?”

  “What if I’ll need surgery to get it out?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous,” although Katie didn’t look too sure either. “Come on. It’s impossible to have it stuck up there...well, way up there.”

  “How will the doctor get it out?” Panicking now, Regina started breathing shallowly. Sweat spread down her back, across her forehead. “I mean, Katie. She will have to operate me down there!”

  “Alright, Regina. Calm down. Honey, look at me. Look at me.” Speaking in low tones, Katie rubbed her hands up and down Regina’s shoulders. Her light brown eyes were filled with concern but there was a resoluteness in them too. “We’re getting ahead of ourselves. Let’s just get inside the office, have your doctor called, alright?”

  “Damn it. The one time I have a one-night stand.”

  “Well, most people would rather forget them. Yours is-” At Regina’s scowl, Katie cleared her throat. “Alright. I know. I’m sorry. It’s too soon for jokes. But Regina, just focus on the good, alright? You were so satisfied. And the guy, whoever he is, had one phenomenon of a dick. And you said he’s nice. Seriously, no one gets as lucky.”

  “Seriously? You think having my diaphragm stuck is lucky?” She hissed.

  “Well, maybe now’s the time to re-think your contraceptive method. Come on. It’s going to be alright. You will not need surgery. I promise.”

  They entered the clinic and approached the receptionist’s desk. She was a brunette with big eyes and strong features. She was not pretty but rather striking. “Right. We’re expecting you, Ms. Abbott,” she said briskly. “But Dr. Turner had another emergency, so another doctor will be taking care of you.”

  “Great,” Regina said with a sigh.

  “Well, think of it this way, Regina. At least your doctor won’t think you’re a slut. And you know better than to give a rat’s ass about some stranger’s opinion,” Katie told her.

  The receptionist frowned at Katie. “We don’t tolerate name-calling of any kind here, miss.”

  “Oh, no. That wasn’t what I was doing at all. See, my friend’s worried that her doctor will judge her for having her diaphragm-”

  “Katie!” Regina exclaimed.

  “Miss, perhaps you should just wait for your friend. Miss Abbott, come on. I’ll walk you to the examination room.”

  She was led to a door marked Exam Room Two. She pointed at the gown Regina was to change into and that the doctor will be with her shortly. “Thanks so much,” Regina told her gratefully. “I didn’t get your name?”

  “It’s Marie, miss. And don’t worry about what the doctor will think. This happens all the time. When you’re done changing, just get on the chair, alright?”

  After she left, Regina went behind the screen. She removed her t-shirt and jeans, stashed her panties in her bag. Her nipples tightened. Instead of a warm tongue lashing at the peaks, it was the cool air from the vents causing them to pucker. She hurried into the shapeless gown and stepped out.

  Regina hopped on the seat, stared at the stirrups and scooted back. She wanted this to be over and done with. Besides, the doctor could always ask her what happened later. She leaned placed her legs up on the stirrups and leaned back.

  Realizing the doctor wouldn’t see and how this will delay the procedure some more, she shifted and raised her hips as she pulled her gown up. Damn. It was cold!

  She was lying down, her legs up on the stirrups and her sex the first thing to be seen upon entering when she heard the door open. “I hope you don’t mind me, Miss Abbott. I’m Dr. Stewart” a familiar voice spoke. “Dr. Turner alerted me of the situation and I promise you, everything will be - hey. I know you.”

  Why did she know that voice?

  With dread, she slowly pushed herself up on her elbows. Golden hair. Emerald eyes. That face. Those dimples.

  “Landon?”

  Chapter Two

  Regina reeled back against the headboard, her forehead furrowed in confusion as she stared at Landon. “Why are you dressed like a doctor?”

  His white lab coat looked a lot fancier than...well, this entire examination room combined. Starched. Very white. And he had the perfectly-styled, just-tumbled-out-of-bed golden hair to go with it. He looked so shiny she had to squint at him. “Landon?”

  “I’m a doctor,” he answered, lowering the clipboard to his side.

  Her heart dropped to her stomach. “No.”

  Now he looked confused. “Yes- Regina,” he added, glancing at the clipboard. “I didn’t know your name’s, Regina. You said it’s Gina. I thought it was funny you’re named after cheese - which is my favorite by the way - but Regina is pretty.”

  She was shaking her head as he was speaking. “No, no, no. This - no, you seriously can’t be a doctor!”

  “I’m Dr. Landon Stewart,” he declared, frowning. “Why would I lie about that?”

  “Oh, god,” Regina groaned, staring up at the ceiling. “This can’t be happening.”

  “Dr. Turner told me about your situation,” Landon continued and when she glanced at him, he was consulting the clipboard again. An elegant eyebrow nearly hit his hairline. “Wow. Is this true?”

  “Is what true?” Regina grumbled. Damn. Somebody up there did not like her. At all. The one time after who knows how long she had sex with a complete stranger.

  He looked at her though the top of the clipboard. “It says here your diaphragm is stuck?”

  Remembering the reason why she had her legs up and vagina exposed to the guy who had been inside her less than eight hours ago, Regina turned a very bright shade of red in an instant. Panicking, she tried to free her legs from the stirrups, swinging them from side to side in her haste. “Get me out of here!” She shrieked, her heart in her throat. “I want another doctor! I want Dr. Turner!”

  As she thrashed and tried to heave her hips off the chair, Landon put the clipboard away and pressed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back to the headboard. She slumped against it with a groan, wishing for god to just take her. Take her. Seriously, what could be more awful than having your vagina out for the guy you never thought to see again?

  “You’re panicking. Calm down-”

  “Landon, you are not going to-” she couldn’t say it as another vivid flush swept through her. Gritting her teeth, she sputtered, “You can’t be the one to do this! Now let me up!”

  “Do what? Get your diaphragm out? Why not?”

  “Why not? Why not?” She howled. She shoved his hands away from her. Landon stepped back, his hands up in a gesture of surrender. “It’s your fault!”

  “What?”

  Alright, she thought she was just on the edge of the cliff earlier. Now she was off. And falling. It was going to be brutal and there was nothing she could but just brace herself for the impact. “You’re too big and went at it too hard that’s why my diaphragm is stuck in my vagina!”

  Landon looked like someone had rammed him right in the head before glaring at her. “What the hell? You told me to go harder! Three times!”

  Dear god, nobody was going to let her forget it! ‘Harder. Oh, god. Harder. Yes. Oh, god. Landon, Landon, Landon.’ She had said nothing but those words and their permutations with him. He was so big. She had never had anyone that big inside her before. He knew how to kiss. And he had kissed her everywhere. And the way he took her-

  Snapping back to her senses, she yelled, “It doesn’t mean going so ha
rd that I have this thing jammed up in me! God, have you had sex with an actual person before?” her ears were red as she choked out, “It felt like how you’d use a sex doll!”

  “What? Well, maybe if you weren’t so tight!”

  “What?”

  Landon pinched the high bridge of his nose. “Oh. Sorry. That’s not what I meant to say. I mean, I was thinking it, but I didn’t mean to say it out loud.”

  “No, Landon, I don’t want you to be the one to fix this. No. I can’t- I can’t-” She tried getting off the chair again then wailed, “Help me out of this!”

  He sighed loudly. “Look, I understand why you’d want someone else. I get it. I really do. But how long have you had the diaphragm in you?”

  Regina squirmed, feeling her entire body blush with embarrassment. Will it ever end? ”I’ve had it in for at least a couple of hours. I mean, you know, how you’re supposed to have it in hours before sex?”

  “Yes. So around two hours?”

  “Somebody kill me now.” She groaned, crashing back against the chair in defeat.

  “Regina.” He snapped impatiently.

  Her eyes flashed. “Yes. Two hours. And then...” She didn’t to finish it.

  “We had sex for at least a couple of hours,” he supplied, earning her dagger stare.

  “That’s exactly what I want in my tombstone.”

  “So, it’s now ten in the morning. Which means you’ve had it in for at least eight hours.”

  “Landon,” she pleaded. “I’d really rather not do this rundown. Just get me another doctor.”

  “No problem,” he said easily. “Except I’m the only one on call for this entire day and night. The longer it’s in you, the higher your risk of toxic shock syndrome.”

  “Again, we won’t be in this situation if you weren’t so rough!”

  “And again, you asked me to! God, Regina, when you tell a guy that in your phone sex voice, trust me, he’s going to want to impress you!”

  She wished for something to throw at him. “You think I’m impressed?”

  The man had the audacity to smirk. And still look like someone she’d want to squeeze between her thighs. Damn it. ”You kept moaning how big I was. Actually, you ran through an entire thesaurus for that word. I was impressed.”

  Regina flipped him the bird.

  “Look, bottom line, I’m all you’ve got. So, it’s either possible death or me, Regina. Which is it?”

  She grunted in frustration.

  “What are you so embarrassed about? So, we had sex. Would you rather have some stranger rooting in your vagina or me?”

  “Seriously? Rooting, Landon? How did you even know it was me from my-my-” she turned red again.

  “Your vagina, you mean?”

  Regina looked around. “Do you have a scalpel in here somewhere? Or poison? I’d love some.”

  “I recognized you because you have the most beautiful vagina I’ve ever seen.”

  She didn’t hear that. If the god had mercy, she heard him wrong and please, please, please, if he could just shut up-

  “You have this cute pattern of freckles on your left groin that’s like a star. A star, come to think of it. I would know. I pretty much spent my time with my head between your legs last night. And the hair-”

  She covered her ears. “You’re being ridiculous. And please, feel free to shut up anytime! Or at least give me something to smash my head with! God, I want to die.”

  Realizing at last just how embarrassed she was, he stopped and looked at her in the eye. “Alright. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being rough. I’m sorry for getting, ahem, too descriptive. But what is it? Leave it inside you longer or me, Regina?”

  There was no other way. Eyes rolling back to the ceiling, she expelled a loud breath. “Fine. You do it.”

  She tried not to blush again as Landon pulled a chair from a desk and dragged it towards her feet. She heard the snap of gloves being put on. Sneaking a glance, she saw him put on a mask that covered the lower half of his face.

  He should look ridiculous, but he was still a god. There was no justice in the world. Her eyes on the ceiling, she prayed for this day to be over. This was the very bottom of a life.

  “I’m going to spread your legs, alright?” He asked with his hands on her knees. She jumped and he patted her. “Relax, Regina. Are we alright?”

  Well, he was. He dug out diaphragms all the time. How could she relax? But she nodded and let him urge her legs apart, the stirrups emitting a soft metallic whine. Then she felt the gentle swoosh of his head moving towards her vagina, his gloved fingers pressing her outer labia to further expose her inner canal. She held her breath, bit her lip.

  “So, why did you leave? I’d hoped you were going to stay.” He asked.

  Did he ask? Even if he had, she wouldn’t have. Men never asked her to stay. She didn’t know what to make of his inquiry other than he was just being nice. Trying to diffuse the most awkward situation they had been in. “It was just sex, Landon.”

  A pause. She checked and saw his golden heave moving. “I see. Well,” he suddenly straightened up and she looked away. “You’re one strong woman to be able to walk. I honestly didn’t think I was that rough with you. I got carried away.” As her eyes narrowed at him in annoyance, he groaned and sighed loudly. “Which also means your diaphragm is a lot more stuck than I thought.”

  Her heart sank. “What do you mean?”

  “It’s further inside than I thought. I’m really sorry, Regina.”

  Trying not to panic, she demanded, “Am I going to need surgery?”

  “No. No, you won’t. I promise. But we’re going to be a while.” He looked apologetic. “I really am sorry, Regina.”

  “Shit.” She scowled, angry at herself for getting drunk, for going home with the first guy (the only guy) to approach her in the club. “Landon, just do whatever you have to do to get my vagina normal and functioning again, alright?”

  “You mean your vagina,” he said, standing up from the chair to get something from a metal case resting on a shelf. There was a model of the female reproductive system and the wall next to it was illustrations. “Vagina is usually the general term for the entire female genitals, referring to the exterior parts. The vagina is where your diaphragm is now.”

  “Seriously? You’re giving me a vocabulary lesson?”

  He spread his hands. “I just want to make things clear.”

  “Landon?”

  “Yes?”

  “Get it out of my vagina!” She roared.

  “Will just you relax?” He demanded.

  “You think giving a vocabulary lesson will relax me?”

  Landon pulled out something from the metal case and rolled back between her legs. He put it down on the small shelf next to him. Though clearly cross, he was really a heavenly-looking man. “Regina, we’re going to mess this up if you don’t relax, alright? I need you to calm down, let me do my job. I’m sorry this is awkward for you. I really am. But if you don’t help me, you’ll be putting yourself in danger. What is it going to be?”

  “Oh, easy for you to say - you’re not the one with a foreign object stuck inside you!”

  They glared at each other, emerald and sapphire eyes bright with the anticipation of the next round in their battle. She was flushed and panting. He was tight-lipped and grim.

  “What is it?” He asked softly, sounding dangerous.

  Did it just-

  No. No, it didn’t!

  She turned red. Of course, it did.

  Her sigh resigned, she stared at the ceiling again. “Just try, alright?”

  This time, she could feel him as he spread her outer labia open. Though his skin was hindered by rubber, she felt his warmth. Her stomach tensed, her breathing sped as fingers entered her vagina, trying to catch the diaphragm. She bit her lip, her heartbeat, and pulses racing as his fingers plunged and curled, plunged and curled...

  “Just get it out!” She yelled.

  “Regina, just r
elax-”

  The door suddenly burst open. Regina shrieked, her thighs immediately clamping around Landon’s head. His yelp was muffled and she stared with huge eyes at Marie.

  Marie’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates when she saw where Landon’s head was. “What on earth is going on here?”

  “Kill me now!” Regina wailed, realizing what she’d done. She quickly opened her thighs and Landon raised his head. Hair now mussed, he blinked at her repeatedly before turning to Marie. His hands went to fix his hair but suddenly stopped. A deep breath and he pointed at the door.

  “Marie, close the door,” he ordered.

  “What’s going on? You guys have been yelling at each other for ten minutes.” Marie said, shutting it. She crossed her arms, looking at them expectantly before suddenly grimacing and flinging a hand to her eyes. “Dr. Stewart, please cover your patient!”

  She must have done something so evil in her life to be punished like this, Regina thought helplessly as Landon stepped between her legs, lowering his mask and standing with his back facing her as he addressed Marie. Someone wanted her to pay dearly. Diaphragm stuck, check. The hot guy she had sex with turned out to be a doctor, check. Getting so inappropriately turned on while he was examining her, double check. And the latest, locking her thighs around his head in full view of another employee.

  She really should have made her final arrangements early.

  “We’ve been...we know each other,” Landon told Marie.

  “Oh? She’s your girlfriend?” Marie asked, looking around his shoulder to get a peek of Regina.

  “What? No. We had sex last night, and I had rough sex with her hence the diaphragm-”

  Unbelievable. He might as well announce it on social media! “Landon, shut up-”

  The door flew open again, this time admitting Katie. “Alright, someone tells me what’s going on because if you harm Regina - oh.” Her feet skidded into a halt when she saw Regina’s legs spread wide and Landon standing between them. Recovering quickly, she put her hands on her hips.