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At first, I was self-conscious. I hadn’t done much dancing in my life, at least not in public. I only did it when doing chores or in the privacy of my home. But the all-controlled Hunter let his body move, his hand on my hip to help me stay in sync with him.
Women around us called his name and some sidled up close, but except for a nod to them, he kept his attention on me. He pulled me closer, his body pressed to mine, and I couldn’t help but imagine us moving together sans clothes. God, how I wanted that. And God, how wrong that thought was.
I looked around the dance floor. What if someone knew me? What if someone knew he was my client? My career could be ruined.
“You look thirsty,” he said.
I nodded.
“I’ll be back. Why don’t you go up to our table?”
I nodded again, feeling like an idiot that I’d lost all my communication skills. He left me as he headed to the bar. I started toward the stairs to our table, but finally, away from his captivating eyes and intoxicating presence, reality returned. This was wrong. So wrong. I needed to stop it, now. So I bypassed the stairs, trying to work my way to the door. It was rude, but he had a way of making me forget myself, so I couldn’t risk telling him I was leaving.
I’d just made my way past a couple necking when I ran into a solid wall of a man. I jerked my head up and saw Hunter’s angry and maybe even hurt expression glaring down on me.
“Come with me,” he said, putting his arm around my back and guiding me to a hallway.
“Hunter, this is—”
“Don’t, Grace.” He opened a door. “Give us a moment, would you?” he said to the man sitting at a table surrounded by screens of various areas of the club.
“Yeah, man.” The guy stood and left.
Hunter locked the door. “I’m not going to hurt you, Grace.”
He must have noted the concern I felt at his locking us in the small space.
“Why are you running from me? Are you afraid of me?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No, but this is wrong. I’m your therapist.”
“Not tonight you’re not,” he said, stepping closer to me. He didn’t touch me, and I got the feeling he was gauging my response. I appreciated that if I was firmly saying “no” or asking to leave, he’d let me. The question was, why wasn’t I stopping this? Because I was powerless to my attraction to him. Oh yeah.
When I didn’t stop him, he wrapped his arm around my waist and tugged me closer. “You can’t believe this is fake,” he said grinding his hard length against me. “You do this to me. I’ll go home and rub and tug, but I’d rather have the real thing, Grace. I want it so bad, I can taste it.” His head dipped, his mouth capturing mine in a hot kiss that sent my blood rushing to my center.
He trailed his lips along my jaw. “You can tell me you don’t want this, but then you’d be a liar.”
“It’s not a matter of want—” I gasped as he slid his hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up like he’d done at the end of our session.
“Tell me you want me,” he whispered in my ear as he maneuvered me against the desk. “Because I want you, Grace. So fucking bad.”
“Hunter.” I needed to stop this. Now. But the ache in his voice echoed what I felt in my body. I wanted him so fucking bad.
He lifted me onto the table. “When you left my office earlier, I sucked your pussy juice from my fingers.”
I groaned at his erotic words.
“You tasted so good. I’ve been thinking of going down on you all night.” He sank to his knees tugging my panties down. “I jerked off in my office, and it wasn’t enough, Grace.” He pushed my thighs open. “Look how wet you are. God, let me eat you.”
My brain screamed “no,” but my body was screaming “yes” louder. “Hunter.” He took it as I meant it. He had my consent.
“Thank fuck.” He ran his hands along my inner thighs as he leaned in, and for the first time in my life, a man used his tongue on me. He licked the entire length of my center, and I almost came out of my skin, the sensation was like an explosion to my body.
“Oh, God.” I put my hand on his head, wanting to make sure he stayed there.
“You taste so fucking good, Grace.” His hands slid under my buttocks and tilted them. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”
It wasn’t going to take long, which embarrassed me but not enough to stop him. His tongue flicked over my hard nub and my body writhed. Then he thrust his tongue inside my body, and I felt like I was going combust from the inside out. Pressure built and built until I thought I’d explode into a million pieces.
