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