Chapter 1: The Waiting Room Tease
Liia strutted into Dr. Kael’s private clinic, her heels clicking with purpose against the polished marble floor. At 32, she was a force—sharp-tongued, confident, and unapologetically in control of her desires. Her crimson dress hugged every curve, daring anyone to look away. She wasn’t here for a routine check-up; she’d heard whispers about Dr. Kael’s… unconventional methods. And Liia was curious. Very curious.
The waiting room was empty except for the man himself, Dr. Kael, leaning against the reception desk in a crisp white coat that did little to hide the muscled frame beneath. His dark eyes flicked up from a chart, locking onto her with an intensity that made her pulse quicken.
‘Ms. Voss, I presume?’ His voice was smooth, a low rumble that seemed to stroke her skin. ‘You’re late.’
Liia smirked, dropping into a chair and crossing her legs, letting her dress ride up just enough to tease. ‘And you’re impatient, Doctor. I thought men in your position liked to… take their time.’
Kael’s lips twitched, a dangerous glint in his gaze as he stepped closer, towering over her. ‘Only when the patient is worth the wait. Are you, Liia?’
She tilted her head, her green eyes challenging him. ‘Oh, I’m worth every second. But I don’t play games unless I’m guaranteed to win. What’s your diagnosis, Doc? Think you can handle me?’
He chuckled, a dark, hungry sound, and leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. ‘I don’t just handle, Ms. Voss. I dominate. But something tells me you’re not the type to back down from a challenge.’
Her skin prickled with heat, a thrill racing down her spine. She stood, closing the distance between them, her chest brushing against his. ‘Try me, Kael. I bite back.’
His hand grazed her hip, a fleeting touch that ignited a fire in her core. ‘Good. I like a woman with teeth. Let’s take this to the exam room. I need to… assess you properly.’
Liia’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she followed him down the hall, her body already thrumming with anticipation. The door clicked shut behind them, the sterile room a stark contrast to the heat building between them. He turned, his gaze raking over her like she was prey, and she felt herself grow wet under that stare, her confidence only fueling her desire.
‘Strip,’ he commanded, his voice a low growl. But Liia wasn’t one to obey without a fight.
‘Make me,’ she shot back, stepping closer, her fingers trailing down his chest. ‘Or are you all talk, Doctor?’
Kael’s eyes darkened, and in one swift move, he backed her against the exam table, his hard body pressing into hers. She could feel him, already straining against his trousers, and a smirk played on her lips. This was going to be one hell of a check-up.
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