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My phone kept buzzing, so I reached over to answer.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Doc.”
My girly part flared to life again. “Mr. Raven?”
“Am I interrupting?”
Yes, I thought remembering how his called interrupted my dream orgasm. “How can I help you?” I asked instead. He was a client, and I needed to be sure I kept professional boundaries, which meant no personal information about me. Not that I’d tell him I was having a fantasy staring him, but it was important that I didn’t give away anything personal.
“These meetings we’re going to have, they’ll be up on the executive level. Same room as we used the other day.”
That drab place? “I have an office on the fifth floor.” Being in my own space would help me retain my authority as his therapist, as well as offer more comfort for both of us.
“I can compensate for the inconvenience.”
“It’s not the inconvenience,” I said. After all, it’s only an elevator ride.
“Good. Then I’ll see you Monday afternoon.”
I frowned. I didn’t like his taking control of my professional life. “Let me check my calendar.” I suspected that a man like Hunter, and all his brothers, expected the world to conform to their whims. They had the money to pay for it. I had to decide how much of that I’d push back on in terms of helping him learn boundaries. I decided I could meet him up in his office since it might make him more open to therapy if he was in his own environment, but I wasn’t sure I wanted him to dictate all of our encounters.
I went through my phone and saw an opening on Monday. “I have four open on Monday.”
“That works for me. See you then, Doc.”
I tried to tell him I wasn’t a doctor, but he’d hung up.
I fell back in bed and let out a groan. I’d had challenging clients before, but none of them got to me like he did. I’d certainly never had erotic dreams about any of my past clients. But boy, what a delicious dream. I wondered how close to reality it was since I’d never been with a man. Immediately, my body went right back to feeling hot and needy as I remembered the dream image of him between my thighs, and my core began to throb with need.
I was a virgin, but that didn’t mean I didn’t know arousal or how to take care of my own needs. With that said, I’d never had such an intense reaction to a man as I did to Hunter. It was as intriguing as it was unsettling. In the privacy of my own room, I let the image of him return. Those dark, intense eyes staring down at me as those large hands touched me, tweaking my nipples and sliding between my legs. Then it was his mouth, sucking and licking his way down until he was between my thighs. My fingers stroked my clit as I imagined his mouth there. It didn’t take long before my entire body tensed as my orgasm peaked.
When my body floated down from the pleasurable high, I began to feel guilty. I shouldn’t be thinking of my client like that. It could impact how I treated him and my ability to help him. While I couldn’t always control my dreams. I could control who I fantasized about when touching myself. I’d have to do better at keeping Hunter out of my sexual fantasies.
Deciding I needed to clear my head, I threw on running clothes and headed out to exercise. As I trotted through my neighborhood, I wondered what it was about Hunter that seemed to affect me so much. I wasn’t experienced in sex, but I wasn’t a complete stranger to relationships. Hunter wasn’t the type of man I’d normally gravitate too. Not that I’d dated a lot either. I’d figured out at a young age that my education was the key to escaping the poverty and lack of opportunities my mom had endured. She’d gotten pregnant in high school, and my father, a local college student, joined the military and was never heard from again. My own research in college indicated he was married and living in California. Since I never knew him, and he clearly had no interest in me, I never sought him out, even when my mother became ill and eventually died.
My father’s abandonment was my first real experience in understanding that love and relationships weren’t the fairy tales in the books I read as a child. Instead, my best option for happiness and fulfillment was in getting an education and forging my own life. Growing up, I babysat and always enjoyed it, so I decided on a career in counseling to help children.
I earned a scholarship and took out student loans to go to college where I continued to put my studies first. It was in college that I fell in love for the first and only time. When I met Mike, I was excited to have a man in my life. With that said, I still didn’t want to jeopardize my education and end up stuck like my mother had. We would kiss and paw at each other, but it never went any further. I loved how he respected my wishes that I wait to have sex. There were times I wanted to give in but always stopped, and he was okay with that. I suppose in retrospect, I should have known something was up. I was naïve enough to believe that he was content with what I’d allow. That it was his love for me than had him willing to wait.
