I've patched up broken bodies my whole life. Detached. Professional. A healer who doesn't crave.
Until her. Desperate, isolated, clinging to protocols like a lifeline. One trembling glance, and I'm the one fracturing.

Her skin gleams slick under the harsh lights, monitors humming our secret rhythm. My hands start steady, mapping fertility charts. They end owning her, thrusting past clinical lines into raw conception. Sweat-drenched, we collide in that bay, nurse turning savage provider.

Trembling fists grip the screens during jealous standoffs, nursery paint smeared on our fingertips like forbidden vows. She's my ruin, this woman who needs my seed more than science. Duty screams stop. Hunger roars louder.

Her dream of a child. My oath. Everything hangs on this ticking brink. But if scrutiny tears us open, can I watch her walk away empty?

A full-length breeding medical erotic romance featuring a desperate fertility patient and her principled nurse.