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As a nurse, Rachel had seen it all in the hospital. She had worked in several departments and had her fair distribute of encounters with patients and doctors alike. But there was one doctor, in particular, who made her heart race every time he walked into a room – Dr. Tyler Grant.

Dr. Grant was the head doctor of the emergency department, and Rachel had all the time admired his dedication to his patients and the way he carried himself. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through her. Rachel couldn’t help the way she felt around him, but she knew it was taboo to go after a doctor.

One day, Rachel was working a late shift on the psychiatric wing when Dr. Grant came in, looking for a patient’s file. Rachel could feel her heart race as he approached her, the hem of her knee-length uniform skirt swishing against her stockings as she walked.

“Hi, Dr. Grant,” she said, trying to keep her tone professional.

“Rachel,” he replied, his eyes lingering on her for a moment too long. “I was looking for the patient file for Elizabeth Thompson. Have you seen it?”

Rachel shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. “No, I haven’t. But I can help you look for it if you’d like.”

Dr. Grant nodded and followed Rachel down the hallway, the heel of his loafers clicking against the linoleum floor. They searched through several file cabinets before finally finding the patient’s file.

“Thanks, Rachel,” Dr. Grant said, flashing her a charming smile. “You’ve been a big help.”

Rachel smiled back, her cheeks flushing. “No problem, Dr. Grant.”

As Dr. Grant walked away, Rachel couldn’t help the way her eyes lingered on his broad shoulders, the way his dress pants hugged his muscular thighs. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling this way, that it was taboo to be attracted to a doctor, but she couldn’t help herself.

Over the next few weeks, Rachel found herself constantly looking for excuses to be around Dr. Grant. She would volunteer to help him with patient rounds or offer to fetch him coffee or water. Every interaction with him sent a shiver down her spine and left her feeling hot and bothered.

One night, Rachel was working an overnight shift when a patient on the oncology wing started to rapidly decline. Dr. Grant came in to assess the patient and quickly determined that they needed to be transferred to the ICU.

“Rachel, I need you to come with me,” he said, as he led her down the hall.

Rachel followed him without hesitation, her heart racing in her chest. They worked quickly to prepare the patient for transfer, their movements in sync as they worked together.

As they wheeled the patient down the hall, Rachel couldn’t help but steal glances at Dr. Grant. His hair was slightly disheveled from the long shift, but he still looked impeccably handsome in his scrubs. Rachel had to bite her lip to keep from moaning out loud as she felt the wetness pooling between her legs.

They finally transferred the patient to the ICU and returned to the oncology wing. Rachel was about to turn to leave when Dr. Grant grabbed her arm, his grip firm but gentle.

“Rachel,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “I know this is taboo, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been wanting to touch you for weeks.”

Rachel’s heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and arousal.

“Dr. Grant, I-” she started to say, but he cut her off with his lips crashing down on hers.

Rachel moaned loudly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they kissed passionately. Dr. Grant’s hands roamed over her body, trailing down her back to her hips, pulling her flush against him. Rachel felt his hardness pressing against her thigh, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

She broke away from the kiss and looked at him hungrily. “I want you, Dr. Grant,” she said, her voice hoarse with desire.

He didn’t need any more encouragement as he lifted her up and carried her into one of the empty patient rooms. As soon as the door closed behind them, their hands were tearing at each other’s clothing, desperate to feel skin on skin.

Rachel gasped as Dr. Grant’s mouth found her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. She fumbled with his belt, undoing it quickly so she could free his cock from his pants. When she finally succeeded, she moaned at the sheer size of him, taking him into her hand and stroking him slowly.

Dr. Grant groaned in pleasure as Rachel kissed down his chest, taking one of his nipples into her mouth and suckling at the hard nub. He reached down to cup her breast, thumbing her nipple until it hardened under his touch.

Rachel was practically dripping with need as Dr. Grant pulled her panties off, his mouth latching onto her folds. She arched her back, crying out in pleasure as his tongue flicked over her clit, his fingers sliding inside her.

The two of them were lost in a haze of orgasmic bliss, not caring about the taboo nature of their encounter. For that moment, all that mattered was the way they made each other feel.

When they were done, Dr. Grant pulled Rachel into his arms, holding her tightly against him as they both tried to catch their breath.

“I know this is wrong, Rachel,” he said, his voice low and regretful. “But I can’t stop wanting you.”

Rachel smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood her body. “I feel the same way, Dr. Grant. Maybe we can figure something out, something that works for us.”

Dr. Grant nodded, looking relieved. “I like the sound of that, Rachel. Very much.”
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