"General medicine bores me," he mutters out, but taking a casual glance over her, there's a small tug at the corner of his mouth that resembles a smile. "But I think I can make an exception now and then."

She's not wrong about his demeanor and his reputation, but that's something he generally counts on when it concerns his practice.

He takes his time in slipping on a pair of latex gloves before he hovers himself over her, his palms filling themselves with her breasts, fingertips probing deep and massaging them before he even dares approach the sensitive nipples. He loves how they feel in his hands, and how they move and jostle under his touch. It's hardly coincidence that the pad of his thumb brushes over the bud of her nipples, however, daring to be cautious over the more delicate parts of her breasts.