My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist
I slide into the bath and let my muscles melt.
My mind drifts—back to dinner, the city skyline glittering behind Tommy’s head.
I close my eyes, biting my lip.
One hand trails beneath the water, slow and lazy.
I don’t mean to. But it’s all still so fresh—the way his hands felt on my skin, how deeply he—
Except, it’s not Tommy I’m imagining anymore. It’s the doctor.
Suddenly, it’s his fingers I’m imagining spreading me open. That cool composure cracking as he groans my name into my neck.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, breath catching as the orgasm rips through me like a shot of white lightning.
My back arches against the porcelain. Water sloshes.
“Dr. Cole,” I gasp before I can stop it.
And then I freeze.
What.
The.
Hell.
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He’s her gynecologist. Her client. And her boyfriend’s father.
What could possibly go wrong?
Beth thought dating Tommy was the start of something stable. Sure, he was cocky and impulsive—but charming, right? Until the red flags started piling up. The gambling. The secrets. The mood swings. The way he always blamed her when things went wrong.
But then she meets his father.
Dr. Stacy Cole.
Silver fox. Calm. Collected. Everything Tommy wasn’t. And she already know him.
He’s her OB/GYN. Her firm’s newest client. And the man who makes her body betray her every time he’s near.
Beth knows she should stay away. But when Tommy starts spiraling and Stacy starts looking less like a boundary and more like a lifeline… she’s forced to face a terrifying truth:
She might be falling for the one man who could destroy everything.
Taboo. Addictive. Slow burning. Emotionally dangerous.
This isn’t your average age-gap romance.
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Chapter: Thank You from the Bottom of My HeartDear Reader,Thank you. Truly.Thank you for taking the time to read this story, for following these characters through all their chaos, heartache, healing, and love. Whether you devoured it in one weekend or savored it slowly chapter by chapter, I’m so grateful you came on this journey with me.I poured so much of myself into writing this book—every twist, every sigh, every kiss, every moment of grit and grace. And knowing it reached you means the world.If you enjoyed this story, I’d be incredibly thankful if you could take just a moment to leave a rating and review. It might seem small, but it helps so much in getting the book into the hands of new readers. Every star, every word, every comment counts—and I read every single one.Don’t forget to follow me here on GoodNovel so you never miss a new release. I’ve got more stories coming your way, full of fire, feels, and unforgettable love.Currently, I have two other exclusive books on GoodNovel you can dive into right now:🐺 The Ban
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Chapter: Epilogue – Small Town, Big LifeBethThe smell of grilled corn and smoked ribs drifted on the summer air, mingling with the squeals of kids chasing bubbles across the backyard.Crystal’s youngest—Chelsea—was already halfway up the treehouse with her older brother, Zack, shouting warnings below her. Lily was belly-laughing in her daddy’s lap like someone had just told her the funniest joke in the universe. And BJ—my BJ—was standing proudly at the grill with his father, using tongs that were clearly too big for his hands but not his confidence.“This one’s almost done,” he said, pointing to a chicken thigh with the air of a future surgeon.Stacy gave a solemn nod. “Doctor approved.”I eased back onto the picnic bench, rubbing the side of my belly. Still three months to go, but this boy? He was a kicker. Just like his brother. And apparently his brother before him if that chaos in my ribs was any indication.Rachel flopped down beside me with an exaggerated groan, her own very-much-twin-packed belly resting like a smal
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Chapter: Chapter 176 – The Name on My ChestBethThe hospital room was warm. Quiet.The lights were dimmed, the monitor beside my bed blinking in lazy rhythms. Somewhere down the hall, a nurse laughed. The world kept turning.But mine had stopped.Right here.Right now.Right in the curve of my arm where my son—our son—slept like he hadn’t just made the most dramatic entrance in hospital history.He was perfect.Ten fingers. Ten toes. A pouty little mouth that already knew how to scowl like his father. And hair—soft, dark, and impossibly thick. His eyes had barely opened yet, but when they had, I’d seen it.All the fight.All the light.All the love I didn’t know I had to give until he took it with a single breath.Stacy was asleep in the recliner beside me, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. He still had a smear of blood on his shirt and the kind of bone-deep exhaustion that only comes from catching your own child like a fucking superhero.I smiled.Then I looked down at the baby again.We hadn’t named him yet. Not officia
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Chapter: Chapter 175 – RSVP ConfirmedBethI was still processing the words your water just broke when the door to the exam room creaked open behind us.Adam stepped out, clipboard in hand—and immediately paused.His gaze dropped to the puddle forming beneath my feet, then traveled up to my face, which probably looked like I’d just seen the Grim Reaper holding a diaper bag.“Your timing is bullshit,” I told him flatly, jabbing a finger in his direction. “This is your fault.”His brows shot up. “My fault?”Adam didn’t miss a beat. He pointed right back at Stacy. “He’s the one that put the baby in you! So maybe redirect that rage to the dick responsible.““You’re the one that said, ‘I’ll see you next week if you make it that far!’” I snapped. “I didn’t even make it ten goddamn steps! I barely made it past the stirrups!”Adam started laughing. Loud, unbothered, arms spread wide like he’d just nailed a punchline at a stand-up show.“Well, what can I say?” he grinned. “The kid’s got a flair for dramatic exits. But hey—you’re f
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Chapter: Chapter 174 – Time to BreatheBethThe crinkling of the paper sheet beneath me was the only sound in the room.I shifted my hips slightly, adjusting the paper drape over my lap for the third time, even though it didn’t matter. I was already bare from the waist down. Already stretched out on the exam table like some overripe melon waiting to be prodded.Pregnancy glamour at its peak.The room was quiet, cool, and familiar by now. The framed ultrasound prints on the wall. The faint scent of sanitizer and lavender. The hum of fluorescent lights overhead.My OB was my husband’s best friend.My feet were in stirrups.And I was officially 37 weeks pregnant.Time to start the weekly countdown.There was a light knock before the door cracked open. “It’s just me,” Adam’s voice called out as he stepped inside, eyes respectfully fixed on his tablet until the door clicked shut behind him. “How are we doing today, mama?”“Uncomfortable,” I said flatly. “Sleep is a myth. Breathing is a struggle. And peeing is now a full-time jo
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Chapter: Chapter 173 – Six YearsBethI didn’t realize I was holding my breath until the gavel hit the block.“Miss Hart is hereby sentenced to six years in state prison,” the judge announced, “with eligibility for parole no sooner than year five, contingent upon behavior, rehabilitation benchmarks, and the completion of mandatory counseling for sexual assault perpetrators.”Six years.It wasn’t long enough.But it wasn’t nothing.Stacy’s fingers threaded through mine, grounding me in the echoing silence that followed. Whitney didn’t look at us. She hadn’t looked at us once since walking in. She sat still in her chair, hands folded tightly in her lap, lips pressed into a straight, bloodless line.Only when the judge thanked her for cooperating with law enforcement did I see it.A flicker.Not remorse. Not shame.Relief.She’d saved herself.Not us.The bailiff moved to escort her out, chains clinking faintly. That’s when she finally turned her head. Her eyes landed on Stacy for just a second. Something unreadable pas
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Claimed By The Biker King
Jarek’s hand slides over my ass like a challenge, slow and deliberate, like he wants me to feel exactly where he thinks I belong.
I don’t hesitate.
My palm cracks across his face—sharp, loud, final.
“Careful,” he says quietly, fingers digging into my hip instead of letting go. “You keep hitting men like that, someone’s going to hit back.”
I tilt my chin up. “Try it.”
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My parents owed Luke Jones money.
I paid the debt with my body, my name, and a marriage I never agreed to.
On paper, Luke is my husband. President of the Vipers MC. Untouchable.
Behind closed doors, he’s a man who can’t keep an erection and punishes me for it—with fists, words, and silence.
The only man that ever gave a shit a bout me was my brother, Steve.
Luke’s best friend. His VP.
Now Steve is dead.
And Luke has finally stopped pretending.
He moves Steve’s old lady into the clubhouse. Watches her. Wants her.
Just like he always has.
I secretly divorce him, disappear to the next town over.
And I walk straight into the territory of a rival MC.
Its president, Jarek Solen, notices me immediately.
He’s dangerous. Controlled. Watching.
The kind of man who doesn’t beg, doesn’t threaten—and doesn’t take no lightly.
I refuse him anyway.
Instead, I prospect his club. Earn my place the hard way.
I don’t want another man.
But Jarek Solen doesn’t see me as broken goods or borrowed property.
He sees me as his.
And when Luke realizes his wife is gone and his control is slipping—Jarek won’t hand me back.
He’ll start a war.
Because the Biker King doesn’t steal women.
He claims what chooses him.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 36 – The Softest Place to FallSableTen minutes later, we were curled up on opposite ends of the wide couch in the clubhouse lounge. The lighting was low, just a couple warm lamps flickering against the wood-paneled walls and a small electric fireplace kicking off heat in the corner. The smell of motor oil still clung faintly to the air—underneath the popcorn, of course.Hannah had brought two bowls of popcorn, each absurdly full. One was golden, classic, with a glisten of real butter. The other was a chaotic mess—dark chocolate drizzled over the top and pickles chopped so fine they blended into the curls of corn.I dunked one of the sticky-sour monstrosities into my mouth and caught him staring.“Don’t judge me,” I warned, crunching defiantly.Jarek tilted his head. “Too late. I’ve already made funeral arrangements for your tastebuds.”I shot him a look. “You’re just scared to try it.”“I’m scared for humanity if that ever becomes a real craving trend.”He tossed a throw blanket across my lap without comment, set
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Chapter: CHAPTER 35 – The Warmth Between ThingsSableThe garage was quiet again.Paint lids snapped shut. Brushes soaking in jars. Flyers stacked clean in a box marked Clubhouse Drop. I’d already scrubbed the worst of the glitter off my arms, tied up the trash bags, and swept a mountain of cardboard into the corner.Everything was prepped.Everything was ready.I was just finishing up—rearranging boxes to dry evenly near the heater—when the door creaked open behind me.Heavy boots. A familiar silhouette.Jarek leaned against the frame, arms crossed. “You always clean like it’s a full-contact sport?”I glanced over my shoulder. “Only when I’m trying to avoid thinking too hard.”His gaze flicked to the donation boxes lined up like soldiers. Then to the flyers. Then to me.He didn’t say anything at first.Just walked closer, slow and deliberate, until he was standing right in front of the nearest box—the one with the red base, black trim, and a teddy bear wearing a skull bandana.His head tilted. He read the sign. Then picked up one
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Chapter: CHAPTER 34 – Bigger Than the PatchSableProspect work was supposed to be grunt shit.Patch tires, clean tools, organize garage stock, haul your weight and keep your mouth shut.So when the three of us got told to organize a fundraiser before the end of the year—on top of everything else—it felt like a setup.Except Nixx and Smitty jumped at it like dogs fighting over a bone.“A pool tournament,” Smitty declared. “New Year’s Eve. We’ll turn the bar into a full-on bracket showdown. Booze, bets, music. Boom. Profit.”“And tits,” Nixx added. “Because nothing makes people open their wallets like cleavage and cue balls.”I didn’t argue. Didn’t even flinch.Let them have their brofest.Because while they were busy dreaming up testosterone-fueled chaos, I already had my own shit rolling.Something better. Smarter. Bigger.See, the instruction was to “organize a fundraiser.” Period. Not what it had to raise funds for. And while they’re throwing together a party that’ll line the club’s coffers, I’m thinking longer game. Bigger
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Chapter: CHAPTER 33 – Boundaries and BreathsSableThe door shut behind him with a soft finality. No bang. No stomp. Just the click of a man choosing to leave a decision in someone else’s hands.I stood there, fingers ghosting over the edge of my robe where his eyes had flickered—fast and respectful. And yet…That look had landed like a match on dry timber.I turned toward the mirror. My skin was still flushed from the shower, damp hair clinging to my shoulders. The robe gaped at the collar, and I tugged it tighter even though I’d already seen the damage done.Because I’d seen it in him too.In the pause. The restraint. The way his jaw clenched when he looked away—like maybe he wasn’t proud of the part of himself that wanted to keep looking.He didn’t take.He could’ve.He didn’t.And that… rattled me more than I wanted to admit.I sat down at the edge of the bed, the quilt soft beneath me, the mattress still carrying my heat. I stared at the floorboards like they might offer answers. But all they offered was silence.I used to
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Chapter: CHAPTER 32 – The Edge of My TerritoryJarekThe phone rang once.“Santos,” came the voice.“Talk,” I said.“I’ve got movement—black SUV, tinted windows, parked a couple houses down like they’re trying to pretend they belong here. But that shiny ride? Beacon that screams suburb money in a neighborhood with rusted-out swings and broken porch lights.”I straightened from my desk. “How many?”“Two. One’s leaning on the railing like he owns the place, the other’s pacing like his boots are trying to start a fight with the sidewalk. I scoped them through the binocs—cut sleeves, heavy tread, something tucked under their jackets that sure as hell looks like leather and ego.”My grip tightened. “What club?”“Couldn’t see the patch, but I’d bet your left hand it’s Jones. The build fits. Scar on the neck. Always scan
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Chapter: CHAPTER 31 – Where She HidLukeThe neighborhood looked like it had given up a long time ago.Boarded windows. Chain-link fences sagging under their own rust. Streetlights flickering like they were tired of trying to stay lit. Trash in the gutters. A dog barking somewhere in the distance, feral and territorial.This was where she ran.Not into the woods.Not to some quiet, hidden refuge.To a house that barely remembered being a home.I parked two houses down and cut the engine. Brian Moss slid out of the passenger seat without a word, eyes already sweeping the street like he expected movement in every shadow.“Place feels wrong,” he muttered.“Everything feels wrong when you’re late,” I said.We approached on foot. The house was small. One story. Peeling paint. The porch railing sagged like it might give up if you leaned on it too hard. One of the windows was boarded up with mismatched planks. The front door had been kicked in at least once before—new splintered wood grafted onto old damage.John Arden’s old p
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Chapter: Chapter 85 – The Garden That Should Not GrowEliraThe fruit was sweeter today.I sat beneath the wide-limbed tree I’d coaxed from barren stone, juice staining my fingertips as I watched the branches sway in air that should not exist this deep below the world.Nothing should grow here.And yet it did.Because I willed it to.The soil had once been ash and bone. I had pressed my palms into it and whispered life into the rot. Now vines curled along obsidian walls, heavy with grapes. Fig trees leaned toward the cavern ceiling. Small white flowers bloomed where demons once bled.They had bled here.I could still feel it sometimes.Not the pain.The memory of impact.I brushed my hand over a wilted leaf and let the hum rise beneath my skin. It responded instantly — warm and golden — threading through the stem, pushing green back into what had been shriveled and dying.The leaf straightened.Alive.I smiled faintly.Footsteps echoed across the stone bridge that connected my garden to the citadel.Ash.I didn’t need to look to know it
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Chapter: Chapter 84 – What She No Longer RemembersAshMaela did not hesitate.She never did.When she left the garden, she did not look back at Elira beneath the silver-veined tree. She did not soften. She did not question. She moved with quiet efficiency through the corridors of my realm, down into the deeper wing of the citadel where the air burned warmer and the stone pulsed with older power.She found me exactly where she knew I would be. In my private chamber.I didn’t ask if she’d spoken with Elira. I simply looked at her.Maela knelt immediately, head bowed, dark hair cascading forward like a curtain. “She remembers nothing,” she said.The words struck something in me — not relief, not yet. Satisfaction.“She offered it freely,” Maela continued. “I did not press her. I only asked where she learned to weave the baskets. She couldn’t answer. She says she has no memories outside this place. Only… a void.”I exhaled slowly.Good.Very good.Maela lifted her eyes just enough to study my expression. She understood the importance of
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Chapter: Chapter 83 – Gardens Without SunEliraBreakfast was a slow, indulgent thing here.Not rushed. Not eaten with eyes over shoulders or the constant hum of survival. The long obsidian table gleamed beneath soft light, its surface reflecting bowls of dark berries I’d coaxed into ripeness the night before, plates of seared meat, pale breads dusted with herbs I’d grown myself. The scents of salt and smoke and something faintly sweet curled in the warm air.Ash sat across from me, one arm draped lazily over the back of his chair, watching me with open interest as I ate.“You’ve changed the way this place feeds,” he said, voice thoughtful. “Demons have always been creatures of flesh and blood. But you brought color back into a realm that forgot it.”I lifted a berry to my lips, studying it before biting down. Juice burst across my tongue, sharp and bright. “I wanted something that tasted like… more than iron and fire.”He smiled faintly. “And now the gardens answer you.”After breakfast, he led me into the training hall agai
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Chapter: Chapter 82 – Dressing the ForgottenEliraI didn’t remember falling asleep.My fingers curled in the sheets, still damp with sweat. My skin tingled, flushed in places I didn’t understand. My breath hitched before I even sat up.Something had happened. Something I couldn’t name.I remembered the sound of him. The sound of me. Watching… her.Ash thrusting into me. But not. His cock seemed inhumanly large for my standpoint. But he was a demon and so was the woman who was wearing my face so maybe that’s how she was able to take him with ease. I remembered the heat curling low in my belly. The hunger. The desire. The wetness pooled between my legs by the time I got back to my room. I remembered touching myself… maybe. Probably.But I couldn’t remember the act. Not clearly. It felt hazy. Distant. Like it had belonged to someone else, just like the body in Ash’s bed.Had I dreamed it?Then… nothing. No finish line. Just a slow fade to black like a curtain falling after a final bow.I rubbed my arms, unsettled by the silence
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Chapter: Chapter 81 – The Mirror That MoanedEliraI didn’t move.Couldn’t.My feet felt rooted to the floor, heart hammering against my ribs like it, too, was trying to make sense of what I was seeing.Ash.Still moving inside her—inside me.The not-me.He hadn’t noticed me yet. Or so I thought.Then he turned his head, slow and deliberate, like he’d known I was there the entire time.Our eyes met.And gods help me, he smiled.Not sheepish. Not startled.Just… pleased. Pleased that I was watching.His pace never faltered. If anything, it deepened. Slowed. As if to prolong it.As if to let me see every inch of what I was missing.The woman gasped and moaned again—my voice echoed through her lips, my features twisted in ecstasy. His hand gripped her tighter, his body flexing with every thrust. Sweat slid down his spine in glistening rivers, muscles working in perfec
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Chapter: Chapter 80 – The Crown That BurnsEliraAsh’s fingers slid through my hair. The silver-handled brush moved in gentle strokes, taming each wave as if it answered only to him. I sat perfectly still, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. The feeling of someone else brushing my hair is divine. The mirror reflected a woman who no longer flinched at her own glow. My hair shimmered with moonlight, my skin kissed with that ever-present golden aura. Controlled. Contained. Powerful.“You’ve grown more each day,” Ash murmured. “Do you feel it?”I nodded, my gaze still fixed on the woman in the glass. She looked like she belonged to this place.“I do.”“Soon you’ll master it,” he said, pride curling around his voice. “No more fear. No more shame. You’ve embraced it. You’ve embraced yourself.”A small smile lifted the corners of my mouth. He was right. Once, I’d tried to cage the power—tried to bury it beneath obedience and fear. But here… here I learned to feed it. To let it bloom from desire instead of repression. When
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