The secret texting had turned them both into addicts.
Every day started with a risky good morning message and ended with late-night fantasies that left Sophia wet and Reed painfully hard. “I keep imagining you on your knees in my office.” “I want to f**k you so deep you feel me for days.” “I’m touching myself thinking about your c**k right now.” The messages got bolder, dirtier, and more desperate with each passing day.
By Friday evening, Dr. Reed couldn’t take it anymore.
He sent her a simple text: “House call. My apartment. 9 PM. Don’t wear panties.”
Sophia’s hands shook as she replied “Yes, Doctor” with a racing heart. She spent the next hour getting ready, choosing a simple sundress that was easy to take off, her body already aching in anticipation.
When she arrived at his upscale
