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He reached for the drawer, the sound of metal sliding against metal making her flinch slightly. He withdrew a sleek, stainless-steel speculum. He held it up to the light, letting her see it, letting the anticipation build. There was something profoundly erotic about the instrument in his large, competent hands—a tool of his trade that he was about to use to unravel her.

"Deep breath in," he said, his right hand sliding lower, the heel of his palm pressing firmly against her core through the gown. The pressure sent a sharp spark of desire straight up her spine. She gasped, her hips tilting instinctively toward his hand.

"Lie back for me," he instructed softly. He reached for the drawer, the sound of

The praise washed over her, dissolving any remaining hesitation. She felt a deep, aching throb where the metal held her open.

When she finally shattered, it was with a choked sob, her body arching off the table as the orgasm ripped through her. Elias didn't stop, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was a shaking, breathless mess on the paper. There was something profoundly erotic about the instrument

He depressed the mechanism, opening her bit by bit. Clara let out a shaky breath, her head falling back. The vulnerability was overwhelming—the bright light, the spread of her thighs, the cool air hitting her most intimate flesh while Elias stood over her, completely in control.

He turned, drying his hands with a precise motion, his gaze meeting hers. The professional mask was there, but beneath it, she saw the dark, unspoken knowledge that had been simmering between them for months. He stepped close, positioning himself between her parted knees. The heat radiating from him was instantaneous, a stark juxtaposition to the cold steel of the stirrups she rested her heels against. She gasped, her hips tilting instinctively toward his hand

Dr. Elias Thorne entered, his lab coat immaculate, his dark hair swept back from his sharp, assessing eyes. He wasn’t just her gynecologist; he was the man she had been exchanging lingering glances with across the coffee shop for six months before she finally booked an appointment under a different name.