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tension and
anxiety, clutching him for dear life. I wanted more.
    “ I need to be inside of
you.” He growled in my ear, and continued to grind me, but slowed
and loosened the pressure, allowing me to recover. I was still
aroused and wanted him inside of me, but common sense tried to
prevail over my delirious passion. He sought my mouth and we kissed
deeply. I pulled away from his mouth to slow down the fury. Resting
my forehead on his cheek, I took deep breaths, suppressing the
dissipating waves of orgasm.
    With one deep breath, I asked him,
“What are we doing here? I shouldn’t be here. I’m your patient. I’m
sure there are rules against this. Right?” I couldn’t even look him
in the eyes. He sighed audibly. Not answering, he stopped gliding
me over him. He leaned away from me, his hard-on softening slightly
with the cold splash of reality that I had thrown at
him.
    “ I didn’t say ‘stop’.” I
whined. He laughed. I laughed. It broke the tension.
    “ I like you. I’m attracted
to you. When I saw you yesterday . . . dancing with your friends .
. . dancing on your friend, I couldn’t stay away from you.” He said
softly in my ear, blowing warm air. The hairs on the back of my
neck rose up, goose bumps stood at attention, and a flurry of
nerves coursed through my belly. I smiled. Internally, I beamed
because I’ve never had a man reveal his feelings. Since divorcing
Ben, I’d been caught in a game with men that I was attracted to.
They were aloof, acted like we were buddies, but never showing any
interest in me as a desirable woman. I’d never considered myself
attractive to any point of desirable.
    “ How did you learn to
dance like that?” He inquired. I smiled at him and began kissing
him again, avoiding that question and wanting to make him hard
again. He held me in his arms. My legs still wrapped around him, he
walked. I pulled away from his mouth again, looking in his
eyes.
    “ What are you doing? I’m
too heavy for you to carry. I’ll walk.” I breathlessly
chastised.
    “ Shut up.” He said before
kissing me again. Carrying me toward his room, he held me tight to
his chest, compressing the air in my body. It was the first time
I’d been carried for sex.
    It was a short walk from the living
area to his bedroom. While my arms were around his neck, his hands
glided down to my ass. He squatted down and lowered me onto the
left side of the bed where I’d discovered him sleeping earlier. The
room was still dark. He pried my arms off his neck, gave me a kiss,
and walked to the window. I watched him as he peeled the curtains
back from one end to the other. What the . . . he wasn’t serious?
He wanted light? He turned to me and saw the curious look on my
face.
    “ I want to see you. All of
you. I don’t want you lulled into sleepiness in this dark room. I
want you alert and attentive to me.” He walked over, and kissed me
deeply. “You’re beautiful. Sexy. I want you. Bad.” He pressed his
leg into my closed legs and gently pried them open. He leaned over
and reached for my waist, pulling up the white cotton shirt and
slipped it off, exposing my lace covered breasts.
    He looked at my breasts, covered by
the lacy fabric of my bra, and groaned as he lowered his lips to
kiss my full cleavage. He cupped them, fondling my nipples. His
long fingers grasped at my ribcage and he picked me up slightly and
pushed me back further onto the bed. I unclipped my bra, freeing my
breasts so he could kiss and suck them. He tried to lay me down,
but I put my hand up to his chest to stop him.
    “ Do you have protection?”
I asked nervously. I couldn’t let passion overtake me and make me
lose my common sense.
    “ Yes, of course, right in
the drawer.” He motioned to the nightstand on his side of the bed.
“You’re also on the pill, right?” Seeing the puzzled look on my
face, he responded, “I’ve seen your medical records, remember? I
know which medications you’re on.” He offered. Did he