Provocative Professions Collection by Angela Graham, S. E. Hall Page A

unsteady.
    "Yes." I arch upward, answering both of our unspoken questions, giving him permission.
    His hand cups my sex, taking what he wants, his breathing staggered and echoing around us.
    I wiggle in a pleading move and his hand brushes down over me, slowly parting my damp center. His finger caresses, flicking over my clit.
    "Please," I moan.
    That's all it takes to compel him further, a thick, strong finger slipping inside me, stroking with deliberate but gentle motions. His other hand grips my thigh, as though for support, as his thrusting grows faster, more urgent. I counter, slamming myself downward, riding now two fingers shamelessly, shocked but delighted that I feel no pain, only ecstasy.
    It feels torturously right, everything I'd been craving, or so I thought… until his rough tongue wisps over my clit and I cry out, knowing "everything" just got so much better. That's all it takes for me to come undone right there on the exam table and I'm lost, conscious of nothing but the wave of tingling bliss rolling its way through my entire body.
    He slows his ministrations, lapping gently as I ease back down to Earth, then slides his fingers out as he rises to stand, towering over me. He holds me captive in his stare, chin and mouth still glistening of "me," as unsure of what to say as I am. My ogle wanders over his broad chest to pants, drawn tight, perfectly outlining his massive erection. I sit up, ready to relieve him when he steps back and turns around.
    "T-that shouldn't have happened," he stammers. "I'm sorry. I've never…with a patient… I-I've never—"
    "I wanted you to. Blame me."
    He turns back to face me just as another knock interrupts us. I'm probably his longest appointment ever. I can only imagine what the other patients or worse, the nurses, think.
    "I have to go," he says, walking to the door.
    "Of course."
    He gives a curt nod and opens the door when I say in a whisper, "Thank you."
     

Chapter 11
    As though drifting on a cloud, I float mindlessly around the gym the next morning, afterglow still on megawatt.
    Say goodbye to my little blue friend.
    So much better when delivered by the firm, capable hands of a sexy, titillating man.
    It may have ended somewhat uncomfortably, but the beautiful damage was already done, the effects still a tingling reminder between my legs.
    Just thinking back to it, his deep, heavy breaths, my legs wide and seductive as he strummed my body like his favorite instrument, has me wet and wanting to make a whole damn album.
    "What's got you smiling?"
    I jolt as Brady sneaks up behind me and husks in my ear, blushing wildly, afraid he can read my mind. "H-hey," I sputter, shaking off residual ecstasy. I tilt my head to him. "Nothing really, just in a good mood."
    "Mhmm," he hums, leaning in closer to run his nose up to my neck. "Fuck, you smell like sin, Moe."
    It's probably the pheromones. Every dog in the clinic will like me today.
    While I'm caught in drifting thoughts, he's somehow managed to entwine our hands and sequester me in the men's locker room.
    Oh no. I know what he does in here! I'm not that horny!
    "Brady," I look around, shocked that he's dragged me in here so quickly, "What the—how'd—what are we doing in here?"
    He laughs and taps my nose. "Not that, unless of course, you beg." His playful simper edged with seriousness. "Kidding. I just wanted to talk to you, privately."
    "Okay," I hedge.
    "There's something here," he croons.
    "What? Where?" Hyperaware of the dank locker room, I warily look around again.
    "No, not in this room. You know what I'm talking about, Moe."
    "I do?" I reply in a passive drivel.
    "Don't play coy with me. Things are different between us. We're not the same friends we used to be. It's all I can think about." He steps into me and moves a piece of hair behind my ear.
    Why, oh why, does he have to go there? No way I'm answering him and especially not agreeing, instead eyeing him suspiciously as the crickets chirp. But he waits for me to