contradicted him. He flushed.
Jennifer triumphantly dipped the berry in cream. "Your stomach must have digested that large lunch. Come on, Matt. This is really delightful. I bought these at the farmer's market so they're freshly picked and juicy." She dipped it in sugar as he watched, a look of fascination on his face. "You'll love it," she murmured, carrying the berry to his lips.
She leaned toward him as he leaned away from her. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she pressed the berry to his lips. Her own mouth opened as she coaxed him to taste the fruit she offered. Then, their eyes locked.
Jennifer's smile slipped then faded completely as his strong white teeth bit into the berry. Red juice ran over his lips. She stared, enthralled as his tongue came out to capture the sweet juice. Without thinking, she licked her lips, wishing she could taste the sweetness of the strawberry from his mouth, his tongue.
The blood pounded in her ears the way it did when you held your breath too long under water. She felt dizzy, disoriented. With great effort, she dragged her eyes from his face and pulled back from his body.
The silence lay thick and unbroken between them. Jennifer breathed shallowly, afraid he would realize how excited she was.
"I think I'll get some more wine." She drained her glass in one swallow.
Matt watched her walk away and finally released the breath he'd been holding. He knew he should leave, but he also knew that he wasn't going to do that. He'd rather have walked barefoot over a barrel cactus than leave Jennifer's intoxicating presence. Besides, he thought ruefully, lifting the heavy book from his lap for a minute, he had quite a predicament.
When she returned, he hid his predicament again with the book. What sweet torture was she going to subject him to now? He prayed that she would sit in another chair at the same time he hoped she'd reclaim her seat next to him.
"Well, I know you probably have better things to do on your day off than talk to me," Jennifer said. "So I suppose we should get down to business."
"Business?" He asked, taken aback by her brusque attitude.
"Yes, this business of sex." Jennifer settled next to him, thankful that she'd recovered her aplomb. She noticed the sheen of perspiration on his skin and smelled the warm muskiness that rose from his body. She glanced at the book that lay in his lap and smirked. She had a pretty good idea why he refused to move the book.
"I've always believed in a frank discussion of sex. Even though I've never felt the same excitement other people claim to feel about it, I don't have a problem discussing sexual issues with my patients."
"That's, uh, good," Matt said in a strangled voice. "You know, I've been thinking, Jennifer. I've got to insist that you go to a trained therapist. I don't think I'm qualified to deal with this."
"But, Matt, I feel so comfortable with you. As if I've known you for years and years. And as I said, I don't feel that you're betraying some doctor-patient relationship because we're not doctor and patient." She reached over and squeezed his fisted hands. "I feel so much closer to you than that. As if we are friends. Really good friends. Don't you feel the same way?"
"Friends? Right. Sure." Matt felt dazed. He could hardly keep a logical train of thought going. He swore he could feel her body heat through the fabric of her dress. And the smell of the perfume wafting from the expanse of skin exposed by the low-cut dress. He dared not look at her breasts for fear he'd lose it.
"And friends help each other, don't they?"
He nodded, agreeing with anything she said. If she wanted him to run down Central Expressway stark naked, he'd give it his best shot.
"What could be better than being friends?" Jennifer asked, eyes round with wonder.
Lovers. The answer popped into his head instantly. He hadn't realized it was possible to grow even harder. He tried his best to think of the French national anthem or even to count to ten in
Jennifer triumphantly dipped the berry in cream. "Your stomach must have digested that large lunch. Come on, Matt. This is really delightful. I bought these at the farmer's market so they're freshly picked and juicy." She dipped it in sugar as he watched, a look of fascination on his face. "You'll love it," she murmured, carrying the berry to his lips.
She leaned toward him as he leaned away from her. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she pressed the berry to his lips. Her own mouth opened as she coaxed him to taste the fruit she offered. Then, their eyes locked.
Jennifer's smile slipped then faded completely as his strong white teeth bit into the berry. Red juice ran over his lips. She stared, enthralled as his tongue came out to capture the sweet juice. Without thinking, she licked her lips, wishing she could taste the sweetness of the strawberry from his mouth, his tongue.
The blood pounded in her ears the way it did when you held your breath too long under water. She felt dizzy, disoriented. With great effort, she dragged her eyes from his face and pulled back from his body.
The silence lay thick and unbroken between them. Jennifer breathed shallowly, afraid he would realize how excited she was.
"I think I'll get some more wine." She drained her glass in one swallow.
Matt watched her walk away and finally released the breath he'd been holding. He knew he should leave, but he also knew that he wasn't going to do that. He'd rather have walked barefoot over a barrel cactus than leave Jennifer's intoxicating presence. Besides, he thought ruefully, lifting the heavy book from his lap for a minute, he had quite a predicament.
When she returned, he hid his predicament again with the book. What sweet torture was she going to subject him to now? He prayed that she would sit in another chair at the same time he hoped she'd reclaim her seat next to him.
"Well, I know you probably have better things to do on your day off than talk to me," Jennifer said. "So I suppose we should get down to business."
"Business?" He asked, taken aback by her brusque attitude.
"Yes, this business of sex." Jennifer settled next to him, thankful that she'd recovered her aplomb. She noticed the sheen of perspiration on his skin and smelled the warm muskiness that rose from his body. She glanced at the book that lay in his lap and smirked. She had a pretty good idea why he refused to move the book.
"I've always believed in a frank discussion of sex. Even though I've never felt the same excitement other people claim to feel about it, I don't have a problem discussing sexual issues with my patients."
"That's, uh, good," Matt said in a strangled voice. "You know, I've been thinking, Jennifer. I've got to insist that you go to a trained therapist. I don't think I'm qualified to deal with this."
"But, Matt, I feel so comfortable with you. As if I've known you for years and years. And as I said, I don't feel that you're betraying some doctor-patient relationship because we're not doctor and patient." She reached over and squeezed his fisted hands. "I feel so much closer to you than that. As if we are friends. Really good friends. Don't you feel the same way?"
"Friends? Right. Sure." Matt felt dazed. He could hardly keep a logical train of thought going. He swore he could feel her body heat through the fabric of her dress. And the smell of the perfume wafting from the expanse of skin exposed by the low-cut dress. He dared not look at her breasts for fear he'd lose it.
"And friends help each other, don't they?"
He nodded, agreeing with anything she said. If she wanted him to run down Central Expressway stark naked, he'd give it his best shot.
"What could be better than being friends?" Jennifer asked, eyes round with wonder.
Lovers. The answer popped into his head instantly. He hadn't realized it was possible to grow even harder. He tried his best to think of the French national anthem or even to count to ten in
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