Holly's Doctor's Orders

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The sterile white of the exam room felt incongruous with the feverish heat building between them, a tension Holly Michaels felt with every frantic beat of her heart. Dr. Keiran Lee’s demeanor had shifted from professional concern to something far more primal and dangerously enticing. His earlier, clinical questions about her “symptoms” had given way to a charged silence, broken only by the soft rustle of his starched coat as he moved closer. Holly’s breath hitched as his fingers, once cool and impersonal, now traced a searing path along her jawline with possessive intent. “The diagnosis is quite clear,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly promise that coiled deep within her. “You require a very specific, hands-on treatment to alleviate this… tension.” She offered no resistance, a soft sigh escaping her lips as he captured them in a kiss that was anything but therapeutic. His hands slid from her face, mapping the contours of her body with a practiced urgency that left her trembling against the crisp paper of the examination table. Every rational thought, every reason this was a terrible idea, evaporated under the skilled ministrations of his touch, leaving only raw, unfiltered need. This was not a check-up anymore; it was a surrender, a deliciously forbidden prescription she was more than willing to let him administer. In that moment, Holly decided following the doctor’s orders had never felt so profoundly, recklessly right.