Counselor Undone by Lisa Rayne Page A

fingers under her dress, he caressed her intimate folds in a
steady rhythm. Feminine sounds of pleasure intensified a tumescence he yearned
to push deep inside her.
    For the first time, the Sandman took pity on him, allowing
him to alter his body position and consummate his desire. The dream Juliet
grabbed his hips and pulled him to her. He tucked his face into the curve of
her neck and slid home, dipping in and out of her warmth until he felt her
begin to spasm around him.
    When she succumbed to her release, the en rêve orgasmic
pulses took him to the brink. He looked into her face and this time, the mask
had vanished. Hazel eyes stared back at him, beautiful kaleidoscope hazel.
    “Jordis!” The shout shattered his soporific haze.
    Breathing hard, he came awake disoriented and on edge. As
his dream came back to him, he threw his legs over the edge of the bed, placed
his elbows on his knees, and dropped his head in surrender. Even his subconscious
mind wanted her. Looking down at his lap, he rose and headed for the bathroom.
    He stepped into the shower and stood under the spray with
his head down, hands pressed hard against the tile beneath the showerhead. Warm
water sluiced through his hair and down his body, frustration raining off him
with each rivulet pouring down his skin. He’d grabbed and squeezed hard on the base
of his shaft as he’d shouted himself awake this morning, but it’d been to no
avail. He’d ejaculated all over himself.
    He hadn’t had a wet dream since his teen years and having
one today didn’t please him. The combination of his encounter with his mystery
woman superimposed over his encounter last night with Jordis had been too much
for him to handle.
    He lifted his face into the water. Was he truly losing all
self-control? Those exotic eyes of Jordis’s—that seemed to shift color
with the light, her wardrobe, and her emotions—were wreaking havoc on his
equilibrium. He didn’t understand it. He’d dated plenty of women with beautiful
eyes. He didn’t remember any of those eyes turning him inside out or tripping
into his dreams until he practically pleasured himself in his sleep. As the
dream played over in his head, he groaned. Ms. Morgan had gone from simply
screwing with his concentration at work to affecting his ability to sleep.
    He reached over and pumped two squirts of shampoo into his
palm. He rubbed his hands together then ran them through his hair. A slideshow
played in his mind as he worked his hair into a lather. Juliet. Jordis.
Jordis. Juliet. What was it about this woman, embodied in her two personas,
that appealed to him on such an intense level?
    He remembered his confusion over Juliet’s eye color. He’d
been perplexed about whether they were green or brown. He hadn’t thought much
about it after he’d realized he’d met two different Juliets that night.
Although, part of him had wondered how he could have confused light brown eyes
with green ones, even with being a few sheets to the wind. After meeting
Jordis, he didn’t feel like such an idiot. Her chameleon eyes covered that
color spectrum at various times of the day.
    How had it taken him days to figure out his mystery woman
and Jordis were one and the same? Because his encounter with Juliet had been
shrouded in dimness, he’d assumed he’d fixated on Jordis as a way to compensate
for not being able to find his mystery woman, a simple case of transference.
Jordis had served as a temporary substitute for
something—someone—out of his reach.
    Now, he knew better. His hope for avoiding an office romance had turned
into his greatest temptation to succumb to one. He couldn’t allow that to
happen. Jordis was off limits, and he possessed enough strength of will not to
let her sensuality lure him into another office romance mistake.
    He rinsed his hair and slathered in some leave-in conditioner. After
washing with his favorite scented body shampoo and getting dressed, he headed
to the office. By the time he got to