It was messy. I was messy. All I wanted to do, though, was pull up the covers and go to sleep.
My mind, though, buzzed from the release of endorphins. I had two problems I needed to solve. ,
My first problem was I needed to figure out why Dirk wasn’t aroused by his wife. Or Chastity.
He was healthy. Lab reports showed his testosterone levels were above average. He had no other health conditions which would show a dysfunction: no high blood pressure; he wasn’t obese, cholesterol was normal, no diabetes, he didn’t smoke, no prostrate issues, and no medications which might contribute. Actually, other than health supplements, he didn’t take any medications.
I reminded myself to ask him about his health supplements and to ask if he was taking steroids to keep that body of his in such fine shape.
With every physical reason for his condition ruled out, that only left psychological reasons. He had no signs of depression, but I should probably evaluate him for that tomorrow. He had indicated that his work had been stressful. I needed to dig into that more tomorrow, too.
The most obvious root cause, though, seemed to be his deteriorating relationship with his wife. Just because a husband and wife are having difficulties doesn’t always lead to ED. More often than not, it leads to a loss of libido in the woman.
Dirk had said his wife was fairly insatiable. Perhaps she had just worn the old man out. That didn’t seem likely. At fifty-five, Dirk Baxter wasn’t an old man and his physical vitals showed he was the equivalent of a healthy forty-five-year-old.
That wouldn’t have explained, though, why Chastity hadn’t elicited an erection from him. Maybe he was worried about performing? Maybe she wasn’t his type?Chastity is everyone’s type.No, that made little sense either. I definitely had to ask Chastity about that in the morning.
After my mind spent too much time on my first problem, my second problem demanded some attention. I was extremely attracted to Dirk Baxter and I couldn’t do anything about it. His dark eyes, his hair, the way he smelled, the way he carried himself, all left me totally enamored with him. Not to mention he made my pussy wet as soon as he stepped into the office. Or as soon as my thoughts drifted to him. Or as soon as my hand reached to my panty-covered pussy.
Memories of the lap dance that turned into so much more flooded back into my awareness. The feeling of his kiss and the strength of his touch. He caressed my body like a man who knew what he wanted. What he liked. The feeling of his hard cock in my mouth. The feeling of his erection spreading my pussy while I rode him.
Wait a minute.
His cock had been hard as hell at the Gentleman’s Club. It had responded to seeing me naked and to our kissing. It had been erect before I took it out of his pants and began giving him my best blowjob ever. When I slid down on his cock, he had spread me and penetrated me deeply with that cock of his. It was like a steel phallus. Granted, the skin felt velvety and sensuous, but he was hard as a rock.
As I drifted off to sleep, I came up with a plan. One more experiment to get to the bottom of his issue. I, Reggie Davenport, was the best sexual therapist in the LA area, sex therapist to the stars, and I intended to figure this out. Even if it meant doing something I shouldn’t.
Chapter13
Something I Shouldn’t
I pacedin my office the next day, nervous about my next appointment. The clock on the wall read 4:55 PM. The tick, tick of the clock, the soft flow of water from the fountain, and the muffled sound of my heels on the carpet were the only sounds.
I ran through the facts of the case again and everything still lead me to the same conclusion. In about an hour’s time, if things went well, I hoped to know for sure if I was right. Part of me hoped I wasn’t. The other part of me, the quiet part of me, hoped that I was.
I came to the office in a plum dress. It came down to just above the knees, so my lower legs were on display. It plunged only enough in the front to reveal a hint of cleavage, but it helped show off my frame in a very feminine way. I tied my hair up in a bun and I felt both professional and sexy at the same time. I didn’t normally worry about what I wore to work, but I found myself dressing more provocatively on days I had appointments with Dirk.
I’d asked to reschedule Dirk’s 4:00 PM appointment to 5:00 PM. As busy as he always seemed to be, I didn’t think he could accommodate my request. However, he answered back almost immediately. Too fast, almost for such a busy man. I didn’t really have time to think about the why, but if my conclusion about him was correct, then I maybe already had my answer.
When Penny knocked and opened the door to announce my appointment was here, I nodded.
“Send him in.”
Seconds later, Dirk Baxter, Mr. Dark Eyes, strode into my office. He wore a black Brooks Brothers suit with a light blue shirt and a red tie. Black dress shoes completed his clothing and his handsome head with dark black hair topped it off. I felt a clinch between my legs just at the sight of him.Hold it together.
“Should I lock up when I leave, Miss Davenport?” Penny asked.
“Yes, please, Penny. Have a great weekend.”
He took a seat on the couch, and I took a seat in my plush wingback chair.
“Thank you so much for agreeing to meet an hour later.”
“No problem. This time suits me better, anyway.”
“Why so?” I raised a quizzical eyebrow.
“It’s Friday. I had more time to finish up my work so that I could enjoy the weekend.”
