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"Let Alexander examine it," Olivia insists. My gaze drifts to my stepfather swimming laps in the pool outside. The idea of his hands inside my mouth sends an unexpected tremor through me. "I'd prefer to wait for Dr. Harrison," I say. "Why? Alexander is an orthodontist. This is his specialty." "Dr. Harrison has handled my case for three years. He understands my treatment history." "Alexander knows it too," Olivia replies with an exasperated sigh. "Besides, you've progressed enough that any orthodontist could manage your care now." My tongue traces the protruding wire. "It's shredding your gums," Olivia observes, as if sensing my discomfort. I've been relying heavily on dental wax, but it's becoming ineffective. Yet the mere thought of Alexander's touch—even professionally—makes my skin flush. My attraction to my stepfather was immediate. From our first meeting, he became the standard against which I'd measure every potential boyfriend. Not that I've had many. Headgear doesn't exactly scream sex appeal in high school circles. Boys weren't exactly lining up to ask me out. Truthfully, my only dates have been with fellow brace-faces. Which means I've never properly kissed anyone, let alone experienced anything more intimate. I'm hoping college guys will be more open-minded about dating someone with braces. Now that my headgear is permanently retired, perhaps my prospects will improve. "I'm certain Alexander can squeeze you into his schedule today. He might even be able to handle it here at home." "H-here?" "Is that an issue?" Olivia questions. "You could simply recline on the sofa while he examines you." Why does that mental image make my entire body break out in goosebumps? Before I can voice my objections, Alexander slides the glass door open. His bare torso is sculpted and powerful. Water droplets trace paths through his chest hair, glistening in the sunlight. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting his sun-warmed skin. This is precisely why he shouldn't examine my mouth. Then again, perhaps having it done at home is safer. If he administers nitrous oxide or any sedative, I might accidentally confess my attraction. The humiliation would destroy me. "Alexander," Olivia says. "Chloe needs you to check her braces." "Chloe's case is quite complex. Wouldn't it be better to contact Doug Harrison?" "His practice is closed for vacation. The entire office is shut down for the week. We could call the emergency line, but that means some unfamiliar dentist examining Chloe. At least you're acquainted with her treatment journey." Olivia and Alexander actually met through Dr. Harrison. Technically, I spotted him first, but I was still seventeen—though nearing eighteen. That, combined with my headgear, likely made me invisible to him. Unfortunately, he had no such blindness where my mother was concerned. Alexander had recently relocated here and was touring the office during one of my appointments. Apparently, Olivia and he flirted throughout my monthly dental torture session. Freshly divorced from husband number three (stepfathers one and two were absolute jerks, though Mom provided the arm candy they desired), she was already hunting for her next conquest. When I emerged to find her laughing while touching Alexander's arm, I knew jealousy would haunt me for ages. They married within three months. That was a year ago. Meeting him after I turned eighteen, with only regular braces, might not have changed anything. Still, I can't help wishing that had been our timeline. My stepfather smiles down at me. "What's happening, Chloe?" "A wire came loose. I've been using dental wax..." "But it's not helping enough?" I nod silently. "Alright, let me shower first. Need to rinse off this chlorine, then I'll take a look." "Okay," I agree, despite knowing this is a terrible idea. Chapter 2 My heart hammered against my ribs as I tried to steady my breathing in my bedroom. A soft knock came from the doorway. I spun my desk chair around to find Alexander standing there. He gave me that warm smile that always made my stomach flutter. "Are you ready?" he asked. "I suppose I have to be," I replied. "I can't promise a perfect fix here," he said. "But I want to examine it properly. Why don't you lie down on your bed where you're more comfortable?" I swallowed hard. "Alright." This was possibly the worst idea in history. Having him work on my braces while I lay on my bed felt dangerously intimate. But I could never refuse Alexander. I'd agree to anything he asked. He placed his medical bag on my desk. Then he leaned over my bed, adjusting my pillows with careful hands. He gestured for me to move from the chair to the bed. "Get comfortable," he instructed. "That might be difficult," I muttered. "Aren't you always comfortable in your own bed?" I shrugged, regretting my comment. "I don't think I'll ever be comfortable with someone working on my braces." "No work today," he assured. "Just an examination." I nodded and moved past him to sit on the bed. Since we were on holiday break, I wore only a tank top and shorts. Lying back with him watching made me feel exposed. I fought the urge to pull the covers over myself. That would only make me seem childish. "Perfect," he said as I settled against the pillows. His hands were gentle as he lifted my head. He rearranged the pillows for better access. I watched him open his bag on my desk. First came the magnifying glasses with the attached light. Then the blue medical gloves. Finally, the sterilized dental tools. He tore open the packaging and selected an instrument. Rolling the chair closer, he looked down at me. "Where exactly is the wire bothering you?" "Right here," I said, pointing to the left side of my mouth. He nodded understandingly. "Open," he said softly. I obeyed. My chest rose with a deep breath. I noticed Alexander's eyes flicker downward at the movement. "Are you nervous?" he asked. "A bit." "What would make this easier for you?" "I'm used to dental visits, but I still dread them." "Would you like something to help you relax?" "No!" His eyebrow lifted at my quick refusal. I offered no explanation. After a moment, he asked me to open my mouth again. I closed my eyes as I complied. His gloved fingers moved carefully along my gums. Unwanted images flooded my mind. I imagined him pressing something else against my lips. This was exactly why I hadn't wanted this. Then it happened. I felt his warm breath brush against my skin. He smelled of mint and something uniquely masculine. My breathing quickened. My nipples tightened painfully. Between my legs, I felt a persistent throbbing. "Found the problem," he said. "Your archwire is broken, and this bracket is loose." I made a small sound since I couldn't speak properly. His face was so close to mine. When our eyes met, I saw he was trying to be professional and calming. "This is an easy fix," he said. "Since Dr. Harrison is away, I'll need to take you to my office." I gave a careful nod. His office had to be better than this. Even with gloves and professional touch, my body felt electrified. After he left, I knew what I'd be doing. My hand would find its way beneath my panties. I'd rub until release washed over me. "You'll be fine," Alexander said. "We'll handle this today. Let me just trim this wire and apply some dental wax." I nodded again. As he reached for another tool, his arm brushed against my nipple. My very hard nipple. He froze for a second before turning back. "Are you cold?" he asked. Mortification washed over me. He'd noticed my hardened nipples pressing against the thin fabric. I should have worn a proper bra. "I...I..." "Chloe, what's wrong? You can tell me." "I'm not used to being touched by a man," I blurted. "Oh," he said, eyebrows lifting. "Not like this, in my bed," I quickly added. Though his office chair would likely have the same effect. "Chloe, I didn't consider that. I never meant to make you uncomfortable. I know I'm not your father." "Even though Mom wanted me to call you Daddy." He inhaled sharply at the word. I looked up to find his gaze fixed on my breasts. Slowly, his eyes traveled upward until they met mine. "You probably shouldn't say it like that," he whispered. "Say Daddy? Why not?" His throat moved as he swallowed. "It carries different meaning when your voice sounds like that. Especially when you're lying here like this without a bra." "It's not like I'm some temptation. Most guys don't even notice me." "I'm sure that's not true." "It is," I insisted. "They don't like braces. Kissing must feel strange. And they'd never want... other things near my mouth." Alexander released a slow breath. "Some men find braces attractive." I rolled my eyes. "Well, if you find one of those, send him my way." I looked into his eyes expecting amusement. Instead, I found intense seriousness. Almost... not anger, but something equally powerful. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked. "No. I just... I know you're eighteen, but I don't like thinking about boys in your room." "Now you sound like my father," I teased. "Chloe." His tone was grave. I looked up to find his eyes burning into me. But as he started to speak, my mother's voice interrupted us. "How's everything going in here?" She appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Alexander turned quickly back to the desk. That's when I saw it. The distinct bulge in his pants. Not just a slight protrusion, but a prominent tent. Before I could process this, he was telling my mother he needed to take me to his office. My braces required immediate attention that couldn't wait. 💗💗 Click to Read on👉👉

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