Free The Ghosts of Ravencrest (The Ravencrest Saga Book 1) by Tamara Thorne, Alistair Cross

who was taking notes for him. “Now, raise your arms, Belinda. Just lace your fingers behind your head.”
    Stricken, she stared at him.
    “You’ve never had a breast exam?”
    She shook her head.
    “Well, every woman needs one and it’s past time you had your first. I do this every day, there’s no need to be concerned. It doesn’t hurt. Up you go.”
    Feeling a little sick to her stomach, she did as she was told. The intern didn’t look up from his notes, but the nurse stared. Hard. Is there something wrong with me?
    “Dr. Johnson, join me and copy my movements.”
    Oh, no!
    The young man moved to Belinda’s left side and then both her breasts were encompassed by masculine hands. She went crimson. Oh please, let this be over with! Please! She closed her eyes. Dr. Akin’s hand was large, his fingers very long. He was cupping her entire breast. The intern’s wasn’t quite as big. Both men’s hands were dry and uncallused, smooth, gentle. Warm.
    This new feeling upset her almost as much as being nude. Stop it! This is a doctor’s exam, it’s not supposed to feel good!
    “First, Dr. Johnson, let me see the technique they taught you in medical school.”
    Belinda sucked in her breath as the young man began to palpate and squeeze her left breast.
    “Okay, that’s enough. Now watch how I do it. A little finesse makes all the difference to your patients.”
    Belinda caught her breath as Dr. Akin’s hand moved over and around her entire breast. He increased the pressure after each movement, but in increments that didn’t upset her.
    “You see, Miss Moorland is much more relaxed with this method. Aren’t you, Belinda?”
    “Uh. Um. Yes, I think.”
    “Does it hurt?”
    “It doesn’t hurt.”
    “Try it again, Doctor.”
    Dr. Johnson was an excellent student. Belinda found herself relaxing as each doctor examined a breast. It was pleasant, almost like a massage; even when they pushed hard, it felt nice.  
    “Next, we examine the nipples,” said Dr. Akin. “They need just as much attention as the rest of the breast. Do as I do.” He stroked her right nipple. “Because Miss Moorland’s nipples are already quite erect, this isn’t necessary, but if your patient has unerect nipples, you need to stroke them as we are now, or even give them a gentle pinch, like this.”
    Oh dear God.
    “Like this, Dr. Akin?”
    Oh dear God.
    “Precisely, Dr. Johnson.” Now he began to knead her nipple between his thumb and fingers, rolling and pinching it, then pulling and stretching. Dr. Johnson mimicked his movements. Belinda didn’t dare open her eyes.  
    “Everything feels very healthy and normal,” Dr. Akin said at last. “And how does the left breast strike you, Doctor?”
    “Very nice. I mean, healthy.”
    “Good. Excuse me just a moment.”
    She felt Dr. Akin’s body brush against her as he went to the left breast. “As attending, I should double check.” He proceeded to palpate the breast and rub the nipple. “You are correct, Dr. Johnson. This is a very nice healthy breast. Belinda, how are we doing?”
    “Um, I’m good.”
    “Good. I told you we’d take good care of you, didn’t I?”
    “You did.” She opened her eyes. Dr. Akin’s face was no more than a foot from hers. Oh, that beautiful smile! What a bedside manner.  
    “Are you ready for your pelvic?”
    “Pelvic?”
    “Dr. Johnson, please take notes. Belinda, are you sexually active?”
    “No.”
    “How long since you’ve had intercourse?”
    “I, uh, I never have done that.”
    “Really? You’re a virgin?”
    She nodded. “I am.”
    “What about oral sex?”
    “I’ve never done that either.”
    “Okay. Anal?”
    “What?”
    “Anal sex,” he said. “Some women indulge in anal sex in order to retain their virginity.”
    “Anal sex?” Good God, is this man serious? “No. Of course not.”
    “No anal sex,” he told Dr. Johnson. “Okay, Belinda, I want you to lie back on the table for me.”
    She did as she was told.