With a searing look, Mason grabs my hand and leads me toward the empty chair. As soon as my ass hits the seat, someone changes the music to Britney Spears. I’m dying. Swear to god. I’m incinerating in this chair. Meanwhile, Mason is now dancing in a circle around me. And the way he’s rocking his hips. Who knew a doctor could work his hips like that? Is that what they’re teaching in med school these days? I’m giggling non-stop, even as my panties grow wetter and wetter. Even as my nipples tingle with need. In a heartbeat, he whips off his shirt and flings it at my face. And, Hello, abs!
