Doctor's Obsession: My Heart Pounds for His Firm Body

The crisp white coat barely contains him anymore. He’s not just my doctor; he’s the reason my breath catches every time his gaze meets mine across exam tables. Tonight? The consultation room is closed off for private examination—and much more. He peels back the fabric of his tailored scrubs to reveal a physique honed by long hours in surgery. When his cool fingers trace lines along my inner thigh during what should be a routine checkup, a low groan escapes me. He leans in close enough that I can smell antiseptic mixed with expensive cologne as his lips brush against my ear. “Your vitals are spiking,” he murmurs, his voice deep and authoritative. “We need an immediate follow-up.” Before I can protest, his hands slide lower, gripping my hips firmly as he pushes me back against the cold metal counter. This isn't about blood pressure; this is about pure, undeniable attraction. Watch him take control as he finally plunges into me, demanding everything from this devoted patient.