All Chapters of My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynecologist : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

BethHe sat up on his knees, eyes locked on mine as his hands moved to the hem of his shirt. No rush. No hesitation. Just the slow, steady pull of cotton over muscle.The second it cleared his head, I forgot how to breathe.Broad shoulders, toned chest, sculpted abs that looked like they’d been carved by pure restraint. His skin was golden and taut, a light dusting of hair across his pecs, a dark trail that disappeared beneath the waistband of his pajama pants.I’d imagined this body. Wondered how it would feel pressing into mine. But nothing had prepared me for seeing it like this—real and in front of me.I reached out, almost involuntarily, and let my fingertips glide down the center of his chest. He was warm. Solid. A man who had built himself through control, and right now, he was giving it to me piece by piece.His jaw flexed as I touched him. His eyes darkened. But he didn’t move.Didn’t rush.He just watched me. Felt me. Let me look.Then, slowly, deliberately, he reached for t

StacyHer breath slowed against my chest, warm and steady. One arm draped across my stomach, her leg tangled with mine, hair spilled over my shoulder.God, she looked peaceful.I didn’t deserve the way she trusted me.I wrapped my arms tighter around her, one hand gliding up her spine, just to feel her breathe. I’d never held someone like this after—not like she was breakable, but like she was mine. Not even Tommy’s mom and I was with her for seventeen years. But beneath the stillness, my mind wouldn’t shut off.Was I wrong?I’d told myself I wouldn’t cross that line. I’d tried to tell her no—you deserve time, space, healing. But the way she looked at me… the way she asked, let me choose what I feel next—and chose me?How the fuck was I supposed to deny her that?Not when she was shaking in my arms. Not when her voice cracked, asking me to help her rewrite the memory of someone else’s cruelty.Not when I’d imagined it—us—a hundred times. A thousand.And now that I had her?Now I was

 BethI shifted, moving carefully, deliberately, until I was settled between his legs.Stacy adjusted with me without breaking eye contact, scooting higher against the pillows, broad back braced, chest open—watching me like he already knew exactly where this was going and had no intention of stopping it.My pulse thudded in my ears.“Is this what I looked like,” I asked softly, “between your legs… when you fantasized about me?”His jaw tightened. “Pretty damn close.”I wrapped my hand around him again—warm, heavy, hard—and leaned forward slowly. My tongue traced a slow, deliberate path up his shaft, tasting him, learning him.“Did I lick you like this?” I murmured, dragging my tongue higher, savoring the way his body reacted.His breath stuttered. “No,” he said roughly. “That’s already better t

StacyThe weekend was a blur of silk sheets and whispered promises.Of holding her.Of her holding me.Beth had made it clear what she wanted—needed—from me. Not just comfort. Not just reassurance. But a way to reclaim her body, her power, her pleasure. She’d said she wanted to rewrite the memory of what Tommy did with something good, something safe. And gods help me, I’d given it to her.But now it was Monday.And my stomach twisted with the kind of worry I couldn’t fuck away.Because the truth was, this couldn’t just be about erasing Tommy. Not if we were going to make it. She needed to deal with what happened. Face it. Process it. Heal.I wasn’t about to let myself become the band-aid she ripped off later.She was still asleep when I slipped out of bed. I padded into the kitchen, started the coffee, and opened my Notes app like I was prepping for surgery. • Find trauma-informed therapist • Call Beth’s leasing office • Contact realtor (options, not pressure) • Get mail forwarded

BethThe commotion started like a ripple—just muffled voices at first.Then a sharp “Sir, you can’t go back there.”And finally, his voice.“Beth! I just need to talk to you!”Rachel’s head snapped toward the door so fast I thought she might get whiplash.“Oh hell no. He did not just come up in here like that.”She shot out of her seat like a missile, already storming toward the door. I stayed put, letting the chaos swirl outside while I took a slow sip of my coffee.“Beth?” Rachel glanced back, incredulous. “Are you seriously just sitting there right now?”“Don’t worry,” I said calmly. “He’s not getting in.”Her eyes narrowed. “Wait… what?”“I explained the situation to Brian.”Rachel blinked. “You told your uncle everything?”“God, no,” I scoffed. “If I told him everything, he’d be dragging Tommy out by the hair himself. But I told him enough.”She waited.“I said Tommy was unstable. I told him I tried to break up with him and he refused. That he moved into my apartment without my p