Jillian's heart was pounding so loudly in her chest, she wondered it did not burst from its cage. He looked dazed, which she took to be a good sign.
"I was asking you those questions earlier to lead up to this." She was wearing just panties and her knee high boots. Sitting on the edge of his desk, she faced him.
"I've had a crush on you in high school, spilling into college. You never noticed me and I'm getting pretty impatient and frustrated and yes, damn jealous of seeing you with other women. I'm a doctor and it makes me want to commit murder."
"I see." He articulated carefully. If he moved towards her, he was going to rip her apart. Best to try and come to some sort of control.
He was normally a cautious man, urbane and sophisticated. He made love with a precise composure, making certain he paid special attention to the woman he was with and gave her pleasure. He was never rough, never behaved like an animal.
After all, he was a civilized human being. Only now, he wasn't. Thoughts of feasting on her nipples until they were sore raced through his mind.
"Well, we can..." He sucked in a breath as she eased up and shimmied out of the panties, dropping them to the floor.
"I want you to ravish me. Do things to me, Andre. All manner of things."
Well, what's a man supposed to do? The thought filtered through his mind before he shoved back the chair and did exactly what she demanded.
"I think I broke my cock." He muttered half an hour later.
Jillian's husky laughter burst out. Her body was flushed, and she was sore in places she never knew existed. But she felt wonderful.
"Let's check, shall we? After all, I am a doctor."
"You're a bloody witch." He growled. They had started on his office desk, tumbling files and other paraphernalia, before making their drunken way up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He had taken her twice and left marks on her delicate skin. He had never been this way with a woman before, and it appalled as well as excited him.
To his shocked surprise, he felt himself hardening again beneath her fingers.
"All good." She whispered as she straddled him. "Hmm, counselor, who knew." She sheathed him, long red hair streaming down her back, head tilted.
Rearing up, he cupped her breasts and felt the need sharpening.
"What have you done to me?" he wondered aloud.
"Drummed some sense into you." She slapped a hand on his muscular chest. "Ground rules."
"What?" He was throbbing. Her tightness vised around him.
"No other women."
His eyes flashed. "You don't get to dictate..."
"We're now exclusive and if I find you're banging that blonde bitch or anyone else, I will hurt you. I know how to do that without leaving any evidence."
His face went stony and he forgot about the desire pouring through him.
"Anything else?"
She knew that scrupulously polite tone meant he was about to tear a strip off her.
"Yep." She told him cheerfully, leaning forward. "Dinner, dates and gifts. We're in a relationship, an exclusive one."
"I don't appreciate..." He did not get to finish, and his train of thought left him completely when she started nibbling on his bottom lip. He was sunk.
*****
Arlene stood just inside the doorway and watched her daughter run her fingers over her granddaughter's hair. They had come home an hour ago, flushed from the excitement of spending time together. She loved her Zoe.
