The Doctor's Disciplined Nurse: Victorian Medical Erotic Examination Romance

I never meant for the examination room to become anything more than work. Yet when Knox Quill fitted the practice cuff to my wrist and lingered there, his breath warm against my collarbone, I felt the first crack in everything I had built to keep myself safe.

My whole life has been a careful performance of competence, born from an orphan's fear of being cast out. His precise voice and steady hands offered the structure I craved, but at a price I had never imagined paying inside these clinic walls.

If he asked me to submit to the restraint and the measured discipline that followed, I wondered whether my yielding would cost us both the careers we had fought to protect.