We’ve shared the occasional bunny in college, but this is totally different. Rachel is—she’s everything. “Please look at me,” I murmur. She glances up, her hand wrapping around my wrist as I cup her face. “We can’t do this,” she whispers. “I work for the team now. I just signed a hundred pages worth of contracts. I’m your doctor.” “No.” “You’re my patient. I can’t cross that line—we can’t—” “No,” I growl again, pressing in with my hips. She gasps. Yeah, my girl is mad for me. I can feel it. I lower my hand from her jaw, wrapping my fingers gently around her throat, my fingertips brushing
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