Semua Bab My Boyfriend’s Dad Is My Gynocologist: Bab 21 - Bab 30

BethI hit save on the proposal draft and lean back in my chair, eyes bleary from staring at the screen too long. The layout is clean. The campaign strategy is airtight. The slide deck even has a fucking animated intro.In short: I nailed it.I chew the edge of my thumb for a second, then grab my phone and scroll through my recent calls.His name is still just listed as Dr. Cole.My thumb hovers for a beat too long before I hit call.It only rings once.“Dr. Cole.”“Hi—hi. It’s Beth Monroe,” I say quickly. “I just wanted to confirm a time for you to review the proposal?”A pause. I can hear him shifting on the other end of the line.“I’ve got my lunch hour free,” he says, calm as ever. “And the hour after lunch just opened up. Will two hours be enough?”“Plenty,” I reply, trying to sound breezy. “That’s more than enough time.”“I’ll come to your office then. No need for you to pack everything up.”“Oh—okay. Yeah. Great.”We hang up, and I immediately get up to straighten my desk like

BethThe movie’s still playing, but I couldn’t tell you what it’s about. Something with car chases. Or spies. Or both. I’m not really paying attention.Not with Tommy’s hand between my thighs under the blanket, slow and possessive like he owns the real estate. I shift against the cushions, trying to play it cool, but his palm flattens and slides, dragging over my inner thigh with maddening precision.“You’re squirming,” he murmurs, voice low in my ear. “That mean you’re ready for more?”I bite my lip.He shifts beside me and lifts the blanket slightly. “Why don’t you come get on top of me and ride this cock like you want to.”Heat floods every part of me. I glance toward the open blinds. “Right here?”His mouth curves into that cocky half-smile. “You weren’t so concerned about the windows the other day when I fully raised the blinds and fucked you against the window.” He draws a breath and continues, “Here on the couch with the slats of the blinds open is hardly a comparison.”I hesita

Dr. ColeI’m halfway through closing up for the day, reviewing a few of the shots Beth and Rachel flagged on the laptop, when the front door creaks open.I freeze.Beth glances toward the hallway. “Did you forget to lock the door?”“No. I locked it.”Footsteps. Confident, unhurried.Madison.She appears in the doorway a moment later, all glossy lips and long lashes, holding a packet of updated literature against her chest like she’s delivering it out of the goodness of her heart.“I was just going to drop this in the mail slot,” she says, eyes sweeping over the room—lingering far too long on Beth—“but the door was open. I figured someone was still here, so I let myself in.”You figured wrong.I manage a polite nod. “Madison. What can I help you with?”She smiles, all saccharine sweetness. “Just thought I’d hand these off personally. Saturday hours, huh? Very professional.”“Photoshoot,” I say, gesturing toward the setup. “Marketing for the practice.”Beth steps up beside me, and I shi

Beth We hadn’t even made it out of the car. We were parked outside my apartment building, the soft purr of the engine still humming beneath us, my heart still trying to reconcile the whiplash of dinner—how quickly things had gone from dreamy to… this. Tommy leaned back against the headrest, eyes on me, one arm draped casually over the steering wheel like we were just talking about the weather. “Why don’t you prove it to me?” he said, voice low. “Suck my dick. Right here.” I blinked at him. “Are you serious?”

Dr. ColeI woke up hard.Frustrated.Achingly so.The kind of tension that didn’t fade with cold showers or midnight distractions. Not after the week I’d had. Not after watching Beth walk out of my office with Rachel—laughing, radiant, utterly unaware of the chaos she left in her wake.I ran a hand over my face, groaning as I stared up at the ceiling.I had already taken care of it once the night before, jacking off in the shower to the image of Beth’s thighs spread beneath me, her lips whispering my name—not “Dr. Cole,” not “sir,” but soft and breathless: Stacy.But here I was again. Still hard. Still haunted.Get her out of your system, I thought to myself. I grabbed my phone, thumb hovering over a name I hadn’t called in a while.Madison.I didn’t even bother with hello.“I woke up hard and irritated,” I said flatly. “I need relief.”There was a pause—then her voice turned to syrup.“Well good morning to you too, Doctor. To what do I owe this… very carnal house call?”“You know ex