**Doctor’s Orders**
Chapter 48
YARA'S POV
I called Lisa the second I got home.
She answered with a moan already in her throat.
“What?”
I could hear everything. The wet slap of skin, a guy’s low grunt, the creak of her bed. She didn’t bother turning anything down or even pretending she was alone. That was Lisa. Always loud. Always mid-something when I called.
“You’re getting dicked down right now?” I asked, dropping onto my couch. The cushions sank under me and I had to carefully adjust my legs so nothing pressed too hard against the still-swollen, still-sore place between them. Every small shift reminded me of the exam table. Of blue gloves. Of Elias Voss looking down at me like he’d been waiting years for the view.
“Uh-huh. What’s up?” Her voice was breathy, distracted. Another
