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“You’re twenty-three minutes late, Sophia. Again. And you didn’t even bother filling out the damn forms this time?” Dr. Ethan Reed’s voice was sharp and filled with irritation as he stood by the counter holding her chart.Sophia sat on the examination table in her short yellow sundress. She felt her face heat up with a mix of embarrassment and anger. “I got stuck in heavy traffic, Dr. Reed. And those forms are the exact same ones every single time. You already know my full medical history so I didn’t think I had to redo them again.”He slammed the clipboard down and walked straight toward her. His tall, muscular frame made the small room feel cramped. “That is not how this works. I run a professional office with a tight schedule. When you waste my time like this, it affects every other patient waiting. You do this almost every appointment and I am tired of it.”Sophia jumped down from the table and stood right in front of him, refusing to back down. “Well maybe if you weren’t always

Sophia couldn’t sit still at home.Her body was still buzzing hours after that interrupted moment on the examination table. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Dr. Reed’s hands on her thighs, his mouth on hers, and the way his fingers had almost made her come undone. By 8:45 p.m., she was back at the clinic, standing nervously at the back entrance in the same short yellow sundress, heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.She knocked softly. A minute later, the door opened and Dr. Ethan Reed appeared, looking tired after a long day, his shirt sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. The moment he saw her, his expression changed from surprise to something darker.“Sophia?” His voice came out rough and low. “What the hell are you doing here? The clinic has been closed for almost an hour.”She stepped inside before he could stop her, the scent of his cologne hitting her again and making her stomach flutter. “I needed to see you. I told myself I was coming for a proper follow-u

The secret texting had turned them both into addicts.Every day started with a risky good morning message and ended with late-night fantasies that left Sophia wet and Reed painfully hard. “I keep imagining you on your knees in my office.” “I want to fuck you so deep you feel me for days.” “I’m touching myself thinking about your cock right now.” The messages got bolder, dirtier, and more desperate with each passing day.By Friday evening, Dr. Reed couldn’t take it anymore.He sent her a simple text: “House call. My apartment. 9 PM. Don’t wear panties.”Sophia’s hands shook as she replied “Yes, Doctor” with a racing heart. She spent the next hour getting ready, choosing a simple sundress that was easy to take off, her body already aching in anticipation.When she arrived at his upscale apartment building, Reed opened the door before she even knocked. He looked tense, like he’d been pacing. The moment she stepped inside, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her like a man drowning.

The guilt had been crushing Sophia for days.She barely ate, she couldn’t focus on her studies. Every quiet moment, her mind replayed all the risky, beautiful, forbidden moments with Dr. Reed, the office, the car, his apartment, the way he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered. The pleasure was incredible, but the shame that followed was getting heavier.That evening, after staring at her phone for almost an hour, she finally typed the message with tears blurring her vision:“Ethan, we need to stop. This is getting too dangerous. The rumors at the clinic are getting worse. I care about you too much to let you ruin your career because of me. I’m sorry. Please don’t reply.”She sent it and turned her phone completely off, curling up on her couch with her knees pulled to her chest, crying quietly.Thirty minutes later, loud knocking echoed through her apartment.Sophia’s heart slammed against her ribs. She already knew who it was before she even opened the door.Dr. R

The Black Tower dominated the skyline like a dark monument to power and success. At the very top, in an office that felt more like a throne room than a place of business, Damien Black sat behind his enormous mahogany desk, reviewing candidate files with the same ruthless efficiency he applied to everything in his life.When 21-year-old Lila walked in, a little breathless from rushing through the city traffic, the atmosphere in the room shifted instantly.“You’re late,” Damien stated coldly, not even bothering to look up from the documents in front of him.Lila quickly adjusted her fitted black blazer and professional pencil skirt, trying to steady her breathing. “Traffic was especially bad this morning, Mr. Black. I left my apartment with more than enough time, but the city had other plans.”Damien slowly raised his gaze.He was even more intimidating in person than in the business magazines and interviews she had studied. Forty-five years old, sharp, chiseled jawline, piercing dark