Romans & histoires Doctors Romance Books

He wanted the doctor to do the work so he could feel the doctor's soft breasts. When he got bored, he kissed the doctor on the lips, the doctor's mouth tasted delicious. His breath smelled bad, but she thought that was one of the reasons she was horny. Holland's saliva exchange was delicious, and their kiss was torrid, like the actors in an American movie. When they were doing it, something moved behind the doctor; at first, she ignored it, but now he wanted to break free from his embrace. "Shit!!! There's someone else here, she screams!

“Wife. Cute. How long is that going to last once the green card is stamped? Six months? A year? Then what? You toss her back to the hospital and find a proper Russian girl?” Elena sets her fork down with a soft clink. “Careful,” she says, voice sweet but edged. “Some women bite back harder than you expect.” Viktor laughs, genuinely surprised. “She bites. I like her, Dante. She has fire. Tell me, Doctor, does he fuck you hard enough to match that mouth, or does he still treat you like fragile American glass?” I feel Elena’s hand slide onto my thigh under the table, squeezing once in warning. Her voice stays cool. “He fucks me exactly the way I want. And unlike you, he doesn’t need to talk abo

My heart did a somersault in happiness as I tapped him. He jerked awake, dark circles under his red eyes. “The doctors have something to say,” I told him and he jumped to his feet, letting my hand fall to the side. I didn’t feel disappointed because we had held hands for five hours straight. “Good morning, Mr. Wolfe,” the doctor said. He still had a weary look from having his shirt locked, but when he looked at the smile on my face, he seemed to relax. Again, I had another chance to tell him that I wasn’t Xavier’s wife but missed it.

“You’re enjoying this.” “I enjoy you,” she murmured back. Soon they drove to the nearby clinic. The doctor was younger than Francis expected and he didn’t trust him on principle. “How old are you?” The question was out, blunt and challenging. “Francis,” Elina hissed, digging an elbow into his ribs. “He looks like he should be studying for finals, not practicing medicine.” “I’m thirty-two, Mr. Thorne,” the doctor said smoothly, though his smile tightened. He turned his attention to Elina. “What seems to be the trouble?”

she inched her face back to put some distance between their close proximity. Roth ignored her attempt to move away and leaned in so that his lips were near her ear. “Do I make you feel nervous?” he whispered, nibbling at her earlobe as she felt her throat go dry, immediately. There was something about this young woman who walked into his office, Roth had not really been interested in women for some time, but recently, two women who had simultaneously came into his life was just not a coincidentally, and being the sex doctor whose voice could make any woman wet in their panties, he suddenly wanted to have Clara in his corner.

This is a continuation of the "Sex Doctor (His submissive)" BOOK 2----THE SEX DOCTOR (HIS SUBMISSIVE)18+ (Prologue) I was used by the person I loved so much, I was murdered by my ex boyfriend that I never wanted back, I was raped and humiliated by two men...whom never got punished for their crimes. Everything I wanted in life never came true and do you know why? Because I can never have everything in life but nobody says that I can't have my revenge on people who used me.

Likewise, Tony gave him an inquiring look, and answered, “Thank you, doctor. How is she?” “She is fine. Kindly take your seat.” Tony looked steadily at him before he took his. Then, he inquired, “What's new?” The doctor smiled and announced, “I envy you, Tony.” “Kindly talk to me. Any development, Prince?” Now, the two gentlemen were off work and could relate as friends. “Yes, and a good one.” “Yes? Let's hear it?” “She is madly in love with you,” the doctor pointed out with certitude.

"What an arrogant doctor! We practically had to beg to see him, and after a few rushed words, he bolts without properly explaining anything!" A flicker of something dark passed through Retta's eyes, but she kept her tone calm and understanding. "Please try to see it from his perspective. He and his girlfriend haven't seen each other in months. Today was probably their only chance—" "Any man who's so obsessed with a woman that he ignores his responsibilities won't go far," the relative snapped. "A doctor prioritizing romance over patients? Where's the ethics in that?" With a final, bitter huff, they stormed off.

I didn't resist, rather I kissed back, so passionately and his hand began trailing my clothes. The persistent knock on the door stopped us, as he left to open to let the doctor in along with Xylah who frowned. She got to understand what was happening. "I'm sorry I'm disturbed, your majesty," the doctor apologized when he entered. "Don't be, just pray she gets better, or else," Roman threatened as I couldn't help laughing. The doctor began treating me, although his hands were shaking as he once glanced at Roman. Once he began to release the stitch, I couldn't help holding on to Roman hands tightly due to the pain.

Barlow and Rome walked after the doctor, and a few minutes later, they arrived at his office. Closing the door behind him, Rome took a deep breath to calm himself. Then he turned to the doctor and waited for him to take a seat behind his desk before asking, "Is my wife okay?" "Yes, she's fine now. But I want to ask if… well if she is a drug user." The doctor said, staring at Rome and Mr. Barlow. "No!" Rome firmly uttered as anger spiked in his eyes. Frowning, Mr. Barlow looked directly at the doctor and asked, "What are you saying?"