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What was wrong with me to bring up her damn husband when I did? When she was putty in my hands, ready for me, willing to give herself to me? Shit, I had to have lost my whole mind! Then again, would I really have wanted to take advantage of her at a time of weakness and risk her backing completely away from me as a result? No.
I sighed as I fell into the chair behind my desk and stared at the screen of my laptop, the empty screen of my laptop. I was supposed to be writing, but the only words in my mind comprised a detailed description of Doc—Ms. Strickland. Big round expressive eyes, perfectly plush, full lips that I could confirm were exceptionally soft, nice nose, smooth chocolaty brown skin, a dimple in her right cheek that popped up both when she smiled and when she bit her lip in concentration, and her body? Long, thick legs leading up to thicker thighs, nice ass, humongous breasts. My whole damn body reacted to the mere memory of her body, her taste, her scent…
My eyes fell on the panties sitting on my desk as I slid my hand to my crotch and glanced at my cell phone. I pressed a button to check the time on the lock screen. 7:00 AM. Was it too early to call her? Shit, it was. It definitely was. I tended to jump out of bed early to get my day started, a morning person since forever. But she was probably getting ready for work or already at work or at someone’s house working her magic.
I rubbed my forehead, resting my elbows on my desk before reaching over and sliding my finger across the screen of my phone, selecting her number from my contacts, and activating the speakerphone.
“Hello?” Her voice sounded husky, as if I’d interrupted her sleep.
“Did I wake you, Doc?”
“No…I’ve been up for a while.”
“Working?”
“No, thinking.”
“About us?”
“Actually, yes.”
I leaned forward. “Did you come to a conclusion?”
“Yes.”
Silence.
Shit, this was not going to be good. “And?”
“I can’t see you anymore. No lunches, no dinners, no more you popping up at Genesis. I’ve got to get myself and my life together before I can even think about dating anyone.”
I held the phone, suddenly hit with a feeling of exhaustion. I’d only known this woman for maybe a week, was attracted to her, wanted her badly, but I had to wonder if there was more to her apprehension than just trying not to break her vows. There had to be, because she was divorcing the man, and I was sure she had good reason to divorce him. She definitely wasn’t the impulsive type.
“Why?” I asked, trying not to sound exasperated.
“Because I can’t seem to control myself around you. What we did last night was wrong.”
“You didn’t do anything. I did, and I don’t see a damn thing wrong with it. Are you going to tell me it didn’t feel good or right?”
“I’m telling you it doesn’t matter how it felt. It was wrong.”
“Okay, okay, what if I promise not to do something like that again?”
“I’ll want you to.”
My dick, which had calmed down, sprang to attention again. “You want me, Doc?”
“I just said I did, but—”
“I could make you feel so good if you let me…”
“Lorenzo—”
“So no more dates, right?”
“R-right.”
