Potent Desires: The Sensual Treatments Series

By Lisa Bonham

Kimberly

I can't follow my heart. I refuse to. My heart will not be touched. I won't permit it.

I am a progressive and talented specialist with patients who depend on me with their precious lives, their daily well-being. It's natural that gorgeous mentors and other professionals would also want to validate their egos and opinions with my positive and flawless medical research and experience already in this early stage of my career.

The charming and assertive Eric comes into my world again, looking to extract all the untapped sensual desires I've not yet tried.

I hate it when he sees the control, he has over me… the wild tigress that I become when he unleashes my mind and body…

I'm sure I can focus so why do I wake up every morning thinking of my technology billionaire patient Michael and the love we could make when I cure him back to strong health?

Kelly:

I never give up an opportunity to go clubbing as I've always had a weakness for bad boys.. Those amber coloured eyes, boyish, cleanly-shaven features and neat tight t-shirt and jeans just sent a jolt through my body. In a delightful spell-like trance, I followed him to the club's management office where nobody should be…

With his deep beautiful baritone voice and slightly rough embrace this was the perfect forbidden cocktail I needed that night.

How could I expect this same electric character be a stable and long-term caring and attentive partner? 

Unexpected.

Intriguing.

Captivating.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Bonham
• Release date: Apr 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215285190

Book preview

Chapter 1

Kimberly

Good morning, Mr. Sanders. I’m Dr. Myers, I introduce myself to my newest patient. But I guess you figured as much. I smile at him, having learned long ago that a little humor could go a long way to calm patients down a little.

Michael Sanders. He smiles back and shakes my hand. A shiver runs down my spine when I hear his beautiful baritone voice, and I instantly want to listen to him talk all day. But I guess you know that already, he says, glancing at the file I had brought with me. It’s a good sign that he jokes back. It means he isn’t more nervous than most people usually are when they visit the doctor. Nerves do no good, especially not in a case like this. My first thought is that he is gorgeous. He has a handsome face with sharp features, beautiful sea-green eyes, dark salt-and-pepper hair, and a gentle smile that feels surprisingly genuine in the current situation. His skin is lightly tanned and, from what I can see, he takes good care of himself. He’s tall, lean, clearly well built, and he practically radiates an aura of fitness and health. At first glance, he doesn’t look like someone ill enough to be referred to me by several doctors.

So, you’re here because of an unknown illness believed to be an autoimmune disease? I looked at the first page of his file:

Michael Sanders, Male, age 45, no history of medical problems.

I’m surprised at that. Mr. Sanders looks young for his age. The only real signs of age are a few light crow’s feet and laugh lines, and if anything, it all works to make him even more handsome somehow. Even though I know I shouldn’t, I find myself staring at him quite a bit.

Yes, he says, turning his attention back to me. He had been looking around the room with curiosity. For a consultation room in a hospital, this one is high-end. I’ve been seeing various specialists all over the country. No one can figure out what’s wrong with me. Michael looks a little disheartened, and I can’t help the pang of sympathy ringing through me. The last few doctors told me they think it might be best to see a rheumatologist, and they sent me here.

Well, you’re definitely in the right place, I say, trying to reassure him.

Oh? He raises an eyebrow. I’ve heard you have a good reputation and a successful career.

That I do, I say. I graduated top of the class and have been working at Dian Kett for nine years—which in itself is impressive—and am recognized as an expert in my field on a global scale. I’m not bragging, simply stating the facts. Every patient wants to know that their doctor is capable and trustworthy. Considering the fact that Mr. Sanders has seen so many specialists without getting any results, he needed someone more than just competent in order to feel like he wasn’t risking his health and wasting his time and money. Still, he looks fairly impressed, and it gives me a warm feeling in my stomach

Now, let’s start with the first step, I say, gesturing for the man to take a seat. I’d like you to tell me about your symptoms. When they first appeared, whether they’ve changed and how, whether any treatments you have previously tried had any positive or negative effects, and if your symptoms have appeared anywhere else. I can see that my patient doesn’t look happy about it, but I stop him before he can object.

I’ve read your file, Mr. Sanders, and I understand that you are probably sick and tired of repeating the same thing over and over again, but unfortunately, small important details can get lost in a report, I explain calmly. Especially when the report comes from a different type of specialist. Even in the same field of expertise, doctors don’t focus on and look for the same things. What a dermatologist may find to be a useless bit of information could be a vital clue to a rheumatologist. With a case like yours, where we only have a vague idea of the type of illness you might be suffering from, any small detail can make all the difference. Thankfully, Mr. Sanders accepts my reasoning, and while he clearly isn’t thrilled about it, he tells me in detail about all his symptoms.

About two months ago, he had started feeling pins and needles in the tips of his fingers. The sensation had gradually spread to his entire hand, and the same thing was starting in his toes. There were a few treatments that provided temporary relief, but nothing had stopped the spread of the odd sensation. I listen carefully to every detail, but I can’t help but notice that there’s almost a rhythmic lilt to the way he talks. I also feel like there’s a hind of an accent, but I can’t quite place it. When he speaks, it’s truly melodic.

What bothers me most, Mr. Sanders says, is that for the last week or so, my fingers seem to be going numb. The pins and needles feeling stops, but I can’t feel anything else either, and the numbness lasts longer and longer each time.

That is something to worry about, but I don’t say anything to alarm him. I take careful notes of everything he tells me and ask a few specific questions to get a better understanding of the entire situation. Then I begin a physical examination and discover that Mr. Sanders really does take good care of himself. I can feel firm muscle through his shirt, and his skin looks incredibly healthy. His heartbeat is a little fast, which isn’t that strange when you’re going through a physical examination—especially when it’s