Mag-log inWarning!! Buckle up and sit tight because this book dives headfirst into hot, explicit, raw content packed with intense scenes, forbidden obsessions, and unfiltered desire. If you're ready for steamy scenes, proceed with caution... or don't, and let the heat consume you. Jonathan Wright is a disciplined, quiet, and academically driven medical student who lives inside his head and inside his fantasies. At twenty-three, he has never had sex, never truly fallen in love, and never crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. But that changes when he becomes dangerously obsessed with two men he can never have. Professor Wyatt Rooke is a feared, brilliant, controlled, intimidating, and untouchable attending surgeon. His closest colleague, Professor Bryce Lockhart, a senior physician, is everything Wyatt is not; calm, charismatic, observant, and quietly dangerous. Together, they awaken desires Jonathan never knew existed, desires he pours into secret, and explicit writing meant for his eyes only. But one careless mistake leaves his darkest fantasy submitted inside Wyatt’s office instead of the required medical assignment. Now what began as shame turns into something far more dangerous and Jonathan learns that once desire is seen by the wrong men, it can never be taken back.
view moreGod was on my side this afternoon because Rooke’s office was empty. He wasn’t inside. I let out a sigh of relief as I hurriedly pulled my notepad from my bag, dropped it on the table with the other assignments, and dashed out the door without looking back. That went smoother than I expected. Thank goodness.By the time I got home, the sun was setting, and I was so tired. I dropped my bag by the door, kicked off my shoes, and headed to the kitchen for a quick snack, which was some leftover pizza, nothing fancy but schoolwork was waiting for me. I had a pile of assignments from other classes, readings on anatomy and ethics that I couldn't ignore anymore. So I sat at my small desk, with my laptop open, forcing myself to focus.Hours ticked by and I typed notes and highlighted texts, my eyes burning from the screen. I was very exhausted but all that kept me going was the thought of my journal waiting for me before sleep. I had another journal that was already full with my writings so I al
I locked the door, then went back to him. He bent me over the desk, his fingers in my hole, slick with lube from his drawer, then his cock, thick and hard, sliding in.He fucked me roughly, his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. The desk shook, with papers scattered everywhere. I came hard, my ass clenching, and he followed, pulling out to spill on my back.After he came on my back, Wyatt didn't stop. He wiped me clean with a tissue, and was gentle now, then pulled me up to face him. “We’re not done yet.” he said, his eyes dark with want.He sat in his chair, pulling me onto his lap, facing away. His cock was hard again, pressing up against me. “Ride me.”I lowered onto him, slowly, gasping at the stretch, my hands on his thighs, I moved, up and down, his hands guiding my hips. He reached around, stroking my cock, circling the head.“Faster.” he urged, thrusting up to meet me. The chair creaked, my body bouncing. I leaned back against his chest, head on his shoulder, as he sucke
He pulled back just enough to growl at me. “You've been teasing me with those looks, it's time to see if you can handle it.” His hands were on my waist, yanking me up against him. I felt his hardness press into my thigh, thick and insistent through his pants. My body reacted fast, my cock leaking out precum.We stumbled back toward his desk, his mouth on my neck, sucking it hard."Strip," he ordered, his voice rough. I fumbled with my shirt, pulling it off. My chest bare, with my nipples pebbling in the air. He groaned, his eyes on me as I shoved down my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, already leaking.“Good boy,” he murmured, palming my chest, his thumb circling a nipple. I arched into his touch, a whimper escaping my mouth. His other hand slid down, gripping my cock, stroking slowly. I bucked against his hand, nodding frantically. He pumped faster, his thumb swiping the head, and I gripped his shoulders, moaning loudly.“Quiet.” he warned, but his eyes said he loved it. H
My eyes snapped open and the lab faded, the steel table gone. I was in my bed, my sheets tangled around my legs and my body slick with sweat. My cock throbbed, hard and untouched, a wet spot on my boxers. The ringing wasn't stopping and it was my alarm, blasting from the nightstand.“Shit.” I muttered, slapping it off. The room was my tiny dorm, with posters of anatomy charts on the walls and books stacked everywhere. Sunlight streamed through the blinds and it was too bright, too early. Or was I late? I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 8:47 AM and class started at 8:30. Professor Rooke's lecture on surgical techniques.I started to panic as I realized that I was late already. I bolted up, ignoring the ache in my groin as the dream clung to me vividly, with Wyatt's rough hands and Bryce's mouth. I shook my head, trying to clear it. “It’s just a stupid dream.” I told myself, but my body didn't listen. My dick still stood at attention, begging for a touch but there was n
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