Forbidden Consultations

**Chapter 1: The Examination Room Heat**

Dr. Sohail Khan’s office smelled of antiseptic and something faintly musky, a scent that clung to the air as Amina Malik stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind her, and she adjusted her fitted blazer, her sharp eyes scanning the room. At 32, Amina was a force—confident, unapologetic, and fiercely independent. She’d come for a routine check-up, but the way Sohail looked at her from behind his desk, his dark eyes glinting with mischief, told her this wasn’t going to be routine at all.

“Miss Malik, good to see you again,” Sohail drawled, his British-Pakistani accent smooth as silk. He leaned back in his chair, stethoscope dangling over his broad chest, a smirk playing on his lips. “Still breaking hearts out there, are we?”

Amina crossed her arms, her full lips curling into a sly grin. “Only the ones that deserve it, Doctor. You gonna behave today, or do I need to remind you who’s in charge here?”

He chuckled, standing up and rounding the desk, his white coat brushing against his muscular frame. “Oh, I think we both know who calls the shots when you’re in my office. Sit down, let’s get… personal.”

She raised an eyebrow, but complied, perching on the edge of the examination table, her skirt riding up just enough to show a glimpse of her toned thighs. “Personal, huh? What kind of doctor are you, Sohail? The kind that plays dirty?”

“Only with patients who can handle it,” he shot back, stepping closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Tell me, Amina, how’s your… intimate life? Any complaints I should know about?”

Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. “You’re fishing, aren’t you? Fine, I’ll bite. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything worth bragging about. What about you? All work and no play, or do you get your kicks in this sterile little room?”

Sohail’s eyes darkened, his smirk turning predatory as he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. “I get my kicks where I find them. And right now, I’m finding you very… intriguing. Let’s do a proper check, shall we?”

Before she could retort, his hand was on her knee, sliding up with a deliberate slowness that sent a jolt through her. Amina didn’t flinch—instead, she met his gaze head-on, her own eyes burning with challenge. “Careful, Doctor. You’re playing with fire, and I don’t burn easy.”

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers brushing higher, teasing the edge of her skirt. “I like a woman who can handle the heat. Tell me, how does this feel?”

Her breath hitched, but her voice stayed steady, dripping with defiance. “Feels like you’re crossing a line. But I’m not stopping you… yet. Keep going, let’s see how far you dare.”

His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, tracing the warmth of her inner thigh, and Amina’s smirk faltered for just a second as a wave of heat surged through her. She was wet already, damn him, and she knew he could tell. Sohail’s grin widened as he leaned closer, his other hand gripping her hip. “You’re dripping, aren’t you? Don’t pretend with me, Amina. I can feel how horny you are.”

“Shut up and do something about it then,” she snapped, her voice low and commanding, her hand grabbing his collar to pull him closer. Their lips were inches apart, the air between them electric, charged with raw, unspoken need. She could feel him, hard against her thigh, and it only fueled her fire. “Don’t just tease, Sohail. I’m not here for games.”

“Oh, I’m done teasing,” he growled, his fingers finally finding her, slipping inside with a boldness that made her gasp. She was panting now, her nails digging into his shoulder, but she refused to break eye contact. This wasn’t surrender—it was a battle, and she was winning. “Let’s see how loud you can get before someone hears us.”

The room seemed to shrink around them, the sterile walls closing in as their breaths mingled, sweating with anticipation. Amina’s body arched against his touch, her pussy aching for more, and she knew this was just the beginning of something explosive.