Twisted Temptation
“Stop lying to yourself.”
The words cut deep. She was right. Every inch of him wanted her—wanted this. And yet, somewhere deep in his mind, the warning screamed: patient… rules… career…
He swallowed hard, pressing his forehead to hers. Her breath was hot against his cheek, her pulse hammering under his touch. The temptation was unbearable, and every second the space between restraint and indulgence shrank.
She tilted her head, lips brushing his ear. “One touch, Doctor. Just one. Isn’t that allowed?”