Her Older Sheikh (Sheikh Breaks My Heart #9)

Sixteen

I 'm finally down with my last class for the day, but since our professor has already let us know in advance he'll be a couple of minutes late...

Just a little peek, I promise myself.

I only want to check if Dr. Somebody has texted me through the app, and only because I'm curious, not obsessed.

Honest.

But when I see that I do have one unopened message waiting from him, and I feel my heart skip a beat—-

Oh, shit.

I think I'm okay with being obsessed. It's shameful to be so, but I'd still rather be that than...in love.

Which I'm not.

Or so I try to convince myself while finally clicking on his message.

Him: Hello, Temptation. I'd just like to confirm something about our upcoming consultation.

Me: Of course, Doctor.

Him: Will this be about your pre-existing condition?

Me: Yes, Doctor.

Him: Then I think we have a problem.

My brows shoot up.

Me: What problem?

Him: Your symptoms shouldn't have recurred this soon after treatment.

Me: Oh no. What does that mean?

Him: I'm sorry to say this, but you might have an addiction, Temptation.

Me: An addiction?! How can that be, Doctor?

Him: My treatments can be all too effective, and so it's been known to make some patients seek them even when they are no longer ill.

I can't help rolling my eyes even as my lips do their valiant best to ward off a smile. He's basically saying he's a sex god, isn't he?

Me: I don't think I'm addicted, Doctor.

Him: Then that's worse.

Me: What?! Why?!

Him: It's also possible that your body has developed an immunity to my current treatment, which would then leave us with one last recourse.

My heart starts banging against my chest as I type my next reply.

Me: And what's that?

Him: A patented liquid medication, to be injected directly into your uterus.

I end up choking as soon as I read his words, which causes the other kids to look my way.

Damn you, Dr. Somebody.

Why did he have to be so, um, creative in his way of saying he intends to cum inside of me?

Me: That sounds scary, Doctor.

Him: I know it does, but trust me. The whole procedure has been clinically tested and proven safe and effective.

Him: I do have to warn you, though. As the instrument I'll be using is approximately thirteen inches long—-

Is he saying his dick is over a foot long?

Yeah, boy.

I mean, yeah right!

Him: Please be prepared to experience a slight twinge of pain.

Him: Lastly, expect the procedure to last several hours, as this treatment requires a minimum of five consecutive injections.

My eyes widen at what I've just read, but I'm forced to put my phone away in a hurry when our professor finally enters the room.

Dr. Somebody has to be joking, right?

It's one thing to make me cum with his tongue or his fingers, but...he can't really have the stamina to make me cum with his cock five times in a row.

Can he?

The thought leaves me in a daze, and before I know it, class is already over, Andie already knows she's my alibi, and I've already texted Nik and Daria about going home late.

All thats left to do now is... this .

My mood swings back and forth between panic and excitement as I take the elevator to the hotel's penthouse floor. A part of me wonders how a "mere" doctor can afford to rent this, but then again...

Someone like me shouldn't have been able to afford SFI's fees either, but here I am, making full use of its services.

Hmm.

Since Maddie did sort of vouch for him, maybe he's one of her grandpa's doctors, and the old man had thought a contract with SFI would make a great gift for Dr. Somebody?

Whatever.

I've just realized that there really is a lot I still don't know about him, but I can't seem to make myself think of him as a stranger.

There's just something about Dr. Somebody that makes me feel perfectly at ease even when he has me all hot and bothered. This is going to sound terribly un-Leah-like, but it really does feel like we're soulmates. And when I'm finally standing outside his hotel room, and it's Dr. Somebody who opens the door—-

Oh my God.

I can only choke and laugh even as I feel my cheeks heat up and my pussy start to quiver.

Dr. Somebody is standing in front of me with his big, hard body dripping wet from the shower, a tiny towel wrapped around his hips, and a medical mask covering his face.

It's just the most outrageous thing ever, but it's also exactly what I needed to see to relax.

This is why, even though he's still a stranger to me in many ways...

This is why I think he's my soulmate.

This is why I want to give myself to him.

This is why I know it's time I admit the truth.

I'm in love with a man whose face I haven't even seen.