Caught in the Act Again

I'm so tired of feeling guilty over this, it just feels too good. Last week, my patient was a fit, young guy with muscles that made me want to run my hands all over him as I checked his vitals. We were alone for five minutes while I grabbed supplies, and the moment I closed the door behind us, I knew we'd be locked together in a heated clinch. His mouth met mine in a frenzy, lips and teeth clashing, tongues dueling. Before long, my hand was gripping his cock through the fabric of his pants, feeling that hard length press against me. He fumbled with my scrubs, pulling them aside to slip his hand between us, fingers finding the wetness that pooled there from just our kiss alone. I guided him until he had a hold on me, fingers sliding deep inside as we both panted for breath. We moved in frantic urgency, him against the wall and me pressing into him, ready to be taken however he wanted me. And when it hit us both with equal force, my body shaking around his hand, I couldn't help but feel that maybe this wasn't just a moment of weakness anymore.