Page 27 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

"Make sure to restock these items," I say to the storekeeper. "We don't want to run out of anything in the next few months."

Once we finish in the storage room, Dr. Peters and I head to the first ward under the neurology department. As we walk, I remind myself how important health is. I learned over the years to not take health for granted. The patients here are suffering from some of the most debilitating diseases known to man. It's our job to try and alleviate their pain as much as possible.

We stop at the first bed, and I look down at the patient. She's an elderly woman, her eyes sunken and her skin pale. "How are you feeling today?" I ask her gently.

She looks up at me, her eyes dull. "Not too good, doctor. My head is pounding."

I nod sympathetically. "We'll do our best to make you as comfortable as possible." I turn to Dr. Peters. "Can you hand me the chart, please?"

Dr. Peters hands me the chart, and I scan through it quickly. "It looks like we can increase your pain medication. I'll have the nurse bring it to you right away."

The patient nods weakly, and I can see the relief in her eyes. "Thank you, doctor."

We move on to the next bed, and I repeat the same process. As we walk, Dr. Peters and I chat about the latest research in the field. We both share a passion for neurology, and it's always fascinating to bounce ideas off each other.

As we approach the third bed, I see that the patient is a young man. His face is contorted in pain, and he's sweating profusely. "How are you feeling today?" I ask him.

He groans in response. "It hurts so much, doctor. I can't take it."

I offer some more prescriptions for him and give him a word of motivation. As we finish our rounds, I’m satisfied. We've done our best to alleviate our patients' pain, and that's all we can do.

Dr. Peters and I make our way to the conference room. I take a seat at the head of the table, and he sits beside me. "Did you match the report on your laptop?" I ask him.

He nods. "Yes, it matches perfectly. I'll submit it to the director right away."

"Good job," I say, patting him on the back. "We make a great team."

Dr. Peters smiles. "Thanks, Dante. I couldn't do it without you."

As we walk out of the conference room, I'm grateful for having such a dedicated assistant. He's always on top of things, and I know I can count on him to get the job done.

As we make our way down the hallway, I stop suddenly, a thought occurring to me. "Dr. Peters, have you heard about the latest research on Alzheimer's?"

He shakes his head. "No, I haven't. What's the latest?"

I launch into a discussion about the newest breakthroughs in Alzheimer's research, talking about the latest drugs being developed and the promising results from clinical trials. Dr. Peters listens intently, his eyes shining with excitement.

"That's amazing, Dante," he says once I've finished. "Imagine being able to cure Alzheimer's. It would be life-changing for so many people."

I nod, greatly satisfied. It’s conversations like these that make me love my job even more. We have the power to make a real difference in people’s lives, and that’s a privilege.

As we reach the end of the hallway, Dr. Peters turns to me. "Thanks for sharing that with me, Dante. It's always great to learn something new."

I smile. "Anytime, Dr. Peters. That's what being a team is all about."

With that, we part ways, as he leaves while I head in the direction of my office to meet my heartthrob.

I arrive back at my office, feeling a sense of satisfaction after productive rounds. As I reach for the doorknob to shut the door behind me, I notice Ally rising to her feet with a sexy look on her face. My heart races in anticipation as I lock the door behind me. Without a word, she walks up to me, pressing her body against mine. I can feel her warm breath on my neck as she kisses me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I respond eagerly, my hands roaming over her body as I pull her closer.

Before I know it, we're on my desk, our clothes scattered haphazardly around us. Ally moans as I explore her body with my hands, my fingers trailing over every inch of her skin. I can feel her heat against my fingertips as I slide them between her legs, teasing her gently. As I push her back onto the desk, she arches her back, her eyes closed in pleasure. I can see the desire written all over her face as I slide inside her, inch by inch. She feels so good, so tight and wet, and before I know it I start to moan as I move.

We find a rhythm, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I can feel my own pleasure building as I thrust harder and deeper into her, my hands gripping her hips tightly. Ally's moans are getting louder now, her body trembling as she reaches her climax. But she's not done yet. Even after reaching her first climax, she's still so horny, still so desperate for more. She looks up at me, her eyes filled with a hunger that I can't resist.

"Take me home with you," she whispers.

I don't hesitate. We quickly redress and I grab her hand, pulling her up from the desk and leading her out of my office. We make our way to my car, barely able to keep our hands off each other. Once we're inside, I can feel the tension between us, the desire building once again. I take her to my room, eager to continue where we left off. As soon as we're inside, she's on me again, kissing me hungrily. We make our way to the bed, our bodies entwined as we explore each other once more.

We spend the rest of the evening intimate and close to each other. The night is a blur of passion and desire, our bodies moving together in a dance that leaves us both exhausted and satisfied. As we lay there in each other's arms, I decide I’ve never felt more content. This is where I'm meant to be, with Ally by my side. And I'll do anything to keep her there.

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