The Lion’s Surrogate by Layla Silver

I’m screwed.
I just found my mate in the one place I can’t possibly pursue her: my office.
She’s a surrogate, and I’m her doctor.
That means she’s utterly and completely off-limits.
She haunts my dreams and stalks my waking moments.
Her girl-next-door curves are getting to my head, making me want her badly.
My lion has never roared like this before.
It’s like a beast about to mark its territory.
I’m a professional.
I can keep my hands to myself.
But I can’t keep my brain from imagining that it’s my baby there in her belly.
I must be hallucinating, because that’s not happening.
Is it?