The Doctor’s Touch Pt.1
The sterile scent of antiseptic did nothing to cool the flush creeping up Nicole’s neck. Sitting on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper beneath her felt loud, a sharp contrast to the quiet hum of the clinic. At six months pregnant, her body felt hyper-sensitive, a tight coil of constant, buzzing energy. The books called it “increased blood flow,” but Nicole knew the truth: her hormones had put her libido on a permanent, agonising overdrive. When the door clicked open, Dr. Mike walked in, charting tablet in hand. Nicole swallowed hard, her pulse immediately quickening. He was a magnificent specimen of a man, easily over 6ft, with broad, powerful shoulders that stretched the fabric of his dark blue scrubs. He was a deep-toned Black man with a sharp, neatly …