Sophia couldn’t sit still at home.
Her body was still buzzing hours after that interrupted moment on the examination table.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Dr. Reed’s hands on her thighs, his mouth on hers, and the way his fingers had almost made her come undone.
By 8:45 p.m., she was back at the clinic, standing nervously at the back entrance in the same short yellow sundress, heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement.
She knocked softly.
A minute later, the door opened and Dr. Ethan Reed appeared, looking tired after a long day, his shirt sleeves rolled up and tie loosened.
The moment he saw her, his expression changed from surprise to something darker.
“Sophia?” His voice came out rough and low. “What the hell are you doing here? The clinic has been closed for a
