He chuckled as he turned his back to me.
“Okay. Come up behind me and try to put me in a choke hold.”
I came up behind him and reached around him. I had on a pretty supportive sports bra, but it and my gi didn’t seem to be enough fabric to be between me and his back. My breasts pressed up against his back and I immediately felt sensations of pleasure and desire roll through me like a wave on a beach.
He reached for my crotch and I reflexively moved my ass back. It all happened so quickly, though, and I don’t know exactly what he did after that. I ended up on the mat and he ended up on top of me. His torso laid across mine and his chest pressed up against the bottom of my breasts. His dark eyes seemed to hold me hypnotized as I lay underneath him.
I had told myself I didn’t want to be, couldn’t be with Dirk sexually. His body, so close to mine, elicited all kinds of sensations and many images of lust and desire.
He laid on top of me for too long. It may have only been seconds, but it seemed longer. I thought he was going to lean in and kiss me. I almost closed my eyes to let him kiss me as my chest rose up and down from the excitement and adrenalin running through me. My mouth opened, lips ready to be kissed.
“That’s how you do the throw if they grab you from behind.”
“It happened so fast. Could you do it again?” My cheeks turned red with both embarrassment and desire. I thought about having him throw me down on the mat all night. To be so close. For our bodies to be touching. This desire and craving, unlike any I had ever experienced before, was almost overwhelming. Dizzying.
“I would love to Miss Davenport, but I have someplace to be.” While he sounded like he had somewhere to be, his actions seemed to tell me different.
“You mind letting me up then, Mr. Baxter.”
“Yes. I mind. But I will.”
He got up and reached down to offer me a hand up. He lifted me to my feet easily. I started to the locker rooms without hesitation.
“Miss Davenport?”
“Yes?” I glanced over my shoulder.
“Go to dinner with me on Friday night. 8 PM. I’ll have Trace pick you up.”
I didn’t answer right away. I studied his face, trying to determine his motives for wanting to take me to dinner. His square jaw. His dark eyes. The hair on his head, which was too short to be ruffled from our workout, looking so black and perfect. The black belt on his white gi. I took it all in and fought the temptation. The desire.
He looked as perfect as the best decorated cake. So beautiful looking that you hated to slice it and eat it, but you wanted to eat it.
“I’ve got plans Friday night.” I turned and sashayed to the locker rooms, my hip sway exaggerated.
“Saturday night?”
I didn’t answer as I pushed through the women’s locker room door. My body told me to answer yes, but my mind screamed no. As I changed clothes and before I could leave, I already regretted my decision.
Chapter20
Couples Counseling
I glancedat my appointment calendar and stared at the appointment, which I had been dreading all day. My office was silent, but my mind raced with conflicting thoughts. I had feelings for Dirk, feelings that had nothing to do with the great sex.
Meeting him had opened up something in me, something that I didn’t think would ever awaken again. I had only had one exceptional year of marriage with Richard. The remaining seven years had been miserable and since the divorce, a magnitude above miserable.
I never thought I would fall in love with a man again.
In fact, my life plan after divorce had been to never love a man again. I even considered a lesbian relationship, just to keep me away from men. Nothing ever came of that, though. I had never given up on sex, but I did give up on love.
Until Mr. Dark Eyes gave me that look, filled with… lust, at the Cherry Pie Gentleman’s Club. His look of desire, as carnal as it seemed, caused my pussy to clench in excitement. His pursuit of me, his taking command when it came to sex, and his damn good looks had me wanting to accept his offers to go out to dinner, but there were multiple reasons not to.
For one, he was still married. While I was supposed to be helping him as his sex therapist, the sex between us left me lost in a dizzy spin of hormones. I hadn’t really focused on trying to help him resolve his marriage issues, which is what I should have been doing.
For two, I couldn’t be focusing on a man when I needed to resolve this custody issue with Ass-Hat. I had moved through my divorce by letting go of my need to control the situation and worrying about what he and the courts thought of me. I had reached a delicate equilibrium with my ex, but obviously there were still unresolved issues. Those issues needed to be figured out.
I also probably needed to stop referring to Richard as Ass-Hat.
