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She pushed me back. “Mr. Raven—”
“Under the circumstances, you can call me Hunter.”
“I’m your therapist. This is isn’t appropriate.”
God, stop talking and start undressing, was all I could think about. “Isn’t it your job to learn about what makes me tick so you can help me?”
“Yes but—”
“This is what makes me tick.” I took my hand and pressed it to my cock, needing her touch like I needed my next breath. Her eyes turned a dark green as her hand rubbed, and I thought, Thank fuck. Then she pulled back. But I had felt her hand linger for that instant. I knew now she was interested.
“This is wrong,” she said, trying to look serious as she stared up at me. I liked how she was defiant, remaining close to me as she tried to tell me we couldn’t touch each other.
“Isn’t there such a thing as sex therapy?” I rested my hand on her hip, tugging her closer by slow degrees. I had to taste her again.
“For impotence. Clearly, that’s not you.”
“No. Clearly, not me.” My lips consumed hers again, and fire blasted through me. I ran my tongue along the seam of her lips and thanked fuck when she responded by opening her mouth to let me in. I maneuvered her between me and the door, pressing her to it. I slid my hand up that creamy thigh, and yes, it was as soft as I’d imagined. I lifted her skirt, taking in the sweet scent of her arousal. Oh yeah, she wanted this too.
I ground my hips against hers, letting her feel my dick and how bad I wanted her. She gasped, and it was all I could do not to rip my pants off and thrust into her. Fuck, I’d never felt such an inferno of need before.
She tore her mouth away from me and put her hands on my chest. I thought she was going to push me away, but they just lay there. “We can’t. I’m your therapist.”
I looked down at her, need swimming in every blood cell of my body. I’d die if she didn’t let me touch her. “I won’t tell if you don’t.” I ground my cock against her again, wanting to remind her what we could experience together. She pressed herself against me, and I was sure I had her. I kissed her again, hoping she’d give in. I would work to encourage her, but I wouldn’t force her.
“I like the way you feel,” I murmured against her lips. “Are you wet?” I slid my fingers under the panel of her panties, feeling her slick, hot pussy. “Ah fuck, yeah. You’re wet.” I flicked a finger over her hard clit, wishing it was my tongue.
Her body jerked and her breath came in short gasps. Yes, she was hot and barreling toward an orgasm.
Feeling triumphant, I asked, “Do you want to come, Doc?”
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Yes. I wanted to come. God, I needed to come. He yanked down my panties, and my first thought was how much I wanted him inside me. But as the cool air hit my wet pussy, reality blasted through me.
Using my hands that were gripping his shirt, I pushed him back and quickly pulled down my skirt.
“We can’t do this.” I hated that my voice and labored breath gave away my desire for him. “I know that sometimes clients develop an attraction to their therapists, but it’s wrong to succumb.”
“What about therapists that are hot for their clients?” He stepped to me, but I moved to grab my bag. “Because that was not one-sided, Doc.”
No, it wasn’t, and I was filled with guilt at having crossed the line. At the same time, I wanted to beg him to finish what he started. Needing to get away before I did just that, I hurried from the office and to the elevator.
I poked the button, hoping he wouldn’t follow me. It was a long ride down to the ground floor, and if he got in the elevator with me, there was no telling what would happen. Well, there was. I’d probably fail in my resistance and beg him to bring on the orgasm I desperately wanted.
The doors opened and Sara stepped out. “Oh, hi.” She smiled at me and pulled me into an embrace. How such a sweet, innocent thing not only ended up in the family but wasn’t bowled over by it, was beyond me.
“Hello,” I said, knowing I sounded a bit off.
Sara frowned. “Are you alright?” She looked behind me, and the scent of Hunter’s cologne indicated he was there. Luckily, he didn’t linger and instead headed back to his office. Sara watched him and then turned to me. “Hey, Chase is busy tonight, so I’m on my own. Do you want to go to dinner with me?”
This was another thing I should probably say no to. Sara was Hunter’s sister-in-law. I shouldn’t be friendly with any of them.
