Chapter 1: The Unexpected Heat
Liia strode into Dr. Kael’s office with the confidence of a woman who owned every room she entered. At 32, she was a force—sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and unapologetically herself. Her tight black skirt hugged her curves, and her crimson blouse hinted at the power beneath. She wasn’t here for games; she had a nagging pain in her lower back, and she wanted answers. But the moment her eyes locked with Dr. Kael’s—dark, piercing, and far too knowing—something shifted in the air.
‘Ms. Vren,’ he said, his voice a low rumble as he stood from behind his desk, stethoscope dangling like a promise. ‘I’ve been expecting you. Please, take a seat.’
Liia smirked, crossing her arms instead of sitting. ‘I don’t do ‘please’ unless there’s a damn good reason, Doctor. Let’s cut to the chase. What’s wrong with me?’
Kael’s lips twitched into a half-smile, his gaze raking over her with clinical precision—and something far less professional. ‘Feisty. I like that. But I’ll need to examine you to find out. Shirt off, unless you’re shy.’
‘Shy?’ Liia laughed, sharp and biting, as she unbuttoned her blouse with deliberate slowness, revealing the lace of her bra. ‘I’ve got nothing to hide, Doc. But if you’re staring for fun, I charge by the minute.’
He stepped closer, the scent of antiseptic and something musky—purely him—filling the space between them. ‘Trust me, I’m all business… until I’m not.’ His fingers brushed her shoulder as he guided her to the examination table, and a jolt of heat shot through her. Damn, she hadn’t expected that.
‘Hands to yourself unless I say otherwise,’ she snapped, though her voice betrayed a flicker of intrigue. She sat on the table, legs crossed, daring him to cross a line.
Kael leaned in, his breath warm against her ear as he murmured, ‘I need to check your spine. Lean forward. Or are you afraid of a little touch?’
‘Afraid?’ Liia scoffed, leaning forward just enough for her cleavage to tease his line of sight. ‘I eat men like you for breakfast. Touch away, but don’t think you’re in control.’
His hands were firm, professional at first, tracing the curve of her back. But as his fingers lingered near her waist, the air grew thick, electric. Her skin prickled under his touch, and she caught the faintest hitch in his breath. Oh, he was affected. Good.
‘You’re tense,’ he said, voice rougher now, his thumb pressing into a knot near her hip. ‘Very tense. I can help with that… if you’ll let me.’
Liia turned her head, meeting his gaze with a wicked grin. ‘Help? Or are you just dying to get your hands on more than my back, Kael?’
His eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips. ‘Call it professional curiosity. I’m very thorough.’
Her pulse raced as his hands slid lower, testing her boundaries, and she felt a rush of heat between her thighs. She wasn’t some damsel to be seduced—she was the predator here. ‘Thorough, huh? Prove it, then. But if you’re all talk, I’ll walk.’
Kael’s fingers tightened on her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the table. The room seemed to shrink, the tension coiling tight. Her breath hitched as she felt the hard press of his desire against her thigh through his slacks. ‘Oh, I’m not just talk,’ he growled, his lips hovering near hers. ‘But I warn you, Liia—I don’t play gentle.’
‘Good,’ she purred, her hand sliding up his chest, nails grazing his skin through his shirt. ‘Because I don’t break easy.’
Their mouths crashed together, hungry and fierce, as the line between doctor and patient shattered. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while his hands roamed her body with a desperation that matched her own. She could feel him, hard and insistent, and a wicked thrill shot through her. Her pussy ached, wet with anticipation, as she ground against him, daring him to take it further. The room was hot, their breathing ragged, and she knew they were seconds away from tearing each other apart…
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