She wanted to start an argument to distract him from sharing sex. It wasn’t going to work. “You look at her with disgust and irritation. You don’t like her and you won’t allow her near me.”
Her hands flattened on his chest. They felt good but would feel even better if she were touching his bare skin. “We treat our clients differently, that’s all.”
“What is the difference?”
Joy licked her lips, teasing him with her tongue. “Besides her making more money? Degrees. She’s got more of them than I do. As far as training and qualifications though—not much. We’re both doctors, trained in psychotherapy. She’s a psychiatrist, I’m a psychologist. I have a Psy. D. after my name but she has an M.D. after her name. She makes a distinction, as most of them do.”
“You are nicer. I’ve heard she’s mean. You won’t hit the alarm. They will give me to her. You don’t want that.”
Her fingertips dug into his shirt to grip him more firmly. They were not strong enough to force him back when she pushed. He really liked the feel of them.
“I don’t.”
He knew it. “Let me touch you. It will be good.”
That tongue darted out again to swipe her lips. “Listen to me,” she whispered. “We can’t do this.”
“You want me. Don’t lie.”
“I do,” she admitted so quietly he had a hard time hearing those two wonderful words.
Satisfaction filled him. “Good.”
“But we can’t do this.”
Frustration rose fast. “We can.”
“No, we can’t.” She glanced toward the door, then back. “May I ask you something? Total honesty?”
“Yes.” He’d tell her anything she wanted to know.
“If I were to say yes, after you got what you wanted, would you stop coming after me? Is this curiosity to have sex with me once or more?”
He didn’t have to think. “More. Once would never be enough.”
“That’s what I thought.” Her chin lifted and determination shone in her eyes. “Back off or I have to hit the alarm. I don’t want to but I will do it.”
He could see the truth in her eyes and growled, jerking away. It would be easy to stop her from sounding the alarm. His reflexes were better than hers. She’d never reach the button if he threw her out of the chair, took her to the floor and pinned her. As tempting as that was, he’d never do it. He’d lose her forever if he broke the trust she’d given by allowing him to be alone with her during their sessions.
“It can’t happen,” she whispered. “I wish it could but it can’t.”
“Why not? I want you, you want me, and no one is here to stop us.”
“They’d figure it out.” She straightened in her chair, her spine stiff. “I think we should call it a day, don’t you?”
“No. I don’t want to leave.”
Beautiful eyes pleaded with him. “You need to go. We’ll continue this tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
Anger warred with frustration. He spun and marched out of her office. The next day they told him she no longer worked there and wasn’t coming back. He never saw her again.
He was confused because she stepped closer to him. How could she have gone when he was looking right at her? What is real? What is memory? A growl tore from him as he clasped the bars that blocked his path to Joy.
“Easy,” Joy crooned. Moon was acting irrational, his expressions changing as she regarded him. “I’m right here. You need to calm down. Relax.”
The Species behind the bars wasn’t the 466 she’d known. He’d been moody, a loner, but slowly making progress at letting her get close to him. She’d fallen in love with 466. Then the version of Moon she’d seen on Harley’s video had been charming, outgoing, and he enjoyed sports. Of course, his motive for the latter may have been that he’d wanted to play with the females. That was a strong possibility and it made her little green-eyed monster stir.
The male she faced was neither of those versions though. He was dangerous and unstable. Don’t forget that , she
Her hands flattened on his chest. They felt good but would feel even better if she were touching his bare skin. “We treat our clients differently, that’s all.”
“What is the difference?”
Joy licked her lips, teasing him with her tongue. “Besides her making more money? Degrees. She’s got more of them than I do. As far as training and qualifications though—not much. We’re both doctors, trained in psychotherapy. She’s a psychiatrist, I’m a psychologist. I have a Psy. D. after my name but she has an M.D. after her name. She makes a distinction, as most of them do.”
“You are nicer. I’ve heard she’s mean. You won’t hit the alarm. They will give me to her. You don’t want that.”
Her fingertips dug into his shirt to grip him more firmly. They were not strong enough to force him back when she pushed. He really liked the feel of them.
“I don’t.”
He knew it. “Let me touch you. It will be good.”
That tongue darted out again to swipe her lips. “Listen to me,” she whispered. “We can’t do this.”
“You want me. Don’t lie.”
“I do,” she admitted so quietly he had a hard time hearing those two wonderful words.
Satisfaction filled him. “Good.”
“But we can’t do this.”
Frustration rose fast. “We can.”
“No, we can’t.” She glanced toward the door, then back. “May I ask you something? Total honesty?”
“Yes.” He’d tell her anything she wanted to know.
“If I were to say yes, after you got what you wanted, would you stop coming after me? Is this curiosity to have sex with me once or more?”
He didn’t have to think. “More. Once would never be enough.”
“That’s what I thought.” Her chin lifted and determination shone in her eyes. “Back off or I have to hit the alarm. I don’t want to but I will do it.”
He could see the truth in her eyes and growled, jerking away. It would be easy to stop her from sounding the alarm. His reflexes were better than hers. She’d never reach the button if he threw her out of the chair, took her to the floor and pinned her. As tempting as that was, he’d never do it. He’d lose her forever if he broke the trust she’d given by allowing him to be alone with her during their sessions.
“It can’t happen,” she whispered. “I wish it could but it can’t.”
“Why not? I want you, you want me, and no one is here to stop us.”
“They’d figure it out.” She straightened in her chair, her spine stiff. “I think we should call it a day, don’t you?”
“No. I don’t want to leave.”
Beautiful eyes pleaded with him. “You need to go. We’ll continue this tomorrow.”
“Fine.”
Anger warred with frustration. He spun and marched out of her office. The next day they told him she no longer worked there and wasn’t coming back. He never saw her again.
He was confused because she stepped closer to him. How could she have gone when he was looking right at her? What is real? What is memory? A growl tore from him as he clasped the bars that blocked his path to Joy.
“Easy,” Joy crooned. Moon was acting irrational, his expressions changing as she regarded him. “I’m right here. You need to calm down. Relax.”
The Species behind the bars wasn’t the 466 she’d known. He’d been moody, a loner, but slowly making progress at letting her get close to him. She’d fallen in love with 466. Then the version of Moon she’d seen on Harley’s video had been charming, outgoing, and he enjoyed sports. Of course, his motive for the latter may have been that he’d wanted to play with the females. That was a strong possibility and it made her little green-eyed monster stir.
The male she faced was neither of those versions though. He was dangerous and unstable. Don’t forget that , she
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