gyn ecology the metaethics of radical feminism

I was married for a year — and my husband never once touched me. So when my body started betraying me — burning at the slightest brush of a stranger's hand, trembling in elevators, breaking down in board rooms — I knew something inside me was breaking. The doctor they sent me to didn't wear a white coat. He wore a three-piece suit, sat behind a glass desk on the 47th floor, and signed my paychecks.Killian Thorne. Billionaire CEO of Atlas Group. Former trauma surgeon. Notorious germaphobe who hadn't let a woman near him in years. He took one look at my chart, locked the office door, and told me — in that low, clinical voice — to take everything off. "This is just a diagnosis, Miss Sinclair." It wasn't. He examined me like he owned me. Touched me like he'd been starving. And by the time I left his office, I knew two things: My condition had a name. And the only cure… was him.But I'm still someone else's wife. He's still my boss. And the family I'm trying to escape will burn this city down before they let me have him.A forbidden affair. A possessive CEO with a doctor's hands. And one untouched wife who's about to learn exactly what her body was made for.