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He prescribed himself a few steadying breaths before turning back to her.

Dr. Foster pivoted from the table where he had been taking notes. The sudden movement made Rebecca wary but his touch communicated tenderness when he leaned over her. Seeming even taller from this position, he smoothed her hair from her neck with one hand while the other settled on her back, holding her in place. She reached out to steady herself by placing a palm on his solid chest and could have sworn he jerked in response.

Then again, she noted the fine tremble in her own fingers so maybe she had projected the motion on him.

“Easy.” He murmured as he placed two fingers to the base of her neck, igniting a shiver that ran down the center of her body, ending in a sharp clench of her pussy.

She barely subdued a whimper.

“I need to take your pulse.” For a minute they stayed still, watching each other. She didn’t need his fingers over her artery to detect the heartbeat hammering through her. His touch was a dream come true. Sure, there’d been times they’d brushed against each other while working but he’d never reached out with intent to make skin to skin contact no matter how many times she wished he would. After a minute, he moved away then made a few more brief notes on the pad beside the couch.

“Get undressed now, Becca.” Although she tried to conceal her shock, she knew the slightest motions could communicate as much to Kurt as the most expressive gestures did to other men. Her cheeks grew warm as she flushed and she knew he’d be able to detect the signs of her uncertainty.

Torn between the promise of what she wanted most and the hesitancy stemming from her lack of experience, she tried to calm herself. He was a doctor. This would be no different from her annual visit to her physician.
Yeah, right.

She reached for the top button of her jacket. Expecting him to turn around and leave her to undress alone, as her usual doctor did, he surprised her by continuing to observe her with a strange look in his eyes. He almost appeared hungry, but surely he couldn’t be interested in anything other than the study. Even for him, this was an extreme endeavor. The project he’d outlined to her a minute ago surpassed any of his previous work, which usually involved standard therapy but sometimes extended to witnessing, instructing or assisting struggling lovers.

While lost in thought, she removed the jacket and revealed the outline of her hard nipples to his unflinching stare. Right then she remembered what decorated her skin underneath the conservative suit.

“Kurt—” she paused to clear her throat, “—is…is there any way we can wait until tomorrow to do the exam?”

“No, Becca, it has to be today. The actual experiment procedures will be much more intimate. If participating is too difficult for you, we’ll forget this ever happened and I’ll find someone else for the study.”

“No! I can do this. I
will
do this.” She cursed the collection of exotic underwear that constituted her one extravagance…well, second, if you counted shoes. But shoes were really a necessity.

The thought of Kurt conducting this experiment with some other woman sickened her. Beautiful women constantly vied for his attention. She’d helped him avoid more than a few who called him at the office, refusing to take no for an answer. All the while, she tried to ignore the sense of satisfaction she got from driving them away when he’d asked her for the favor, or the pangs of jealousy that rolled through her when she’d heard him arranging to accept one of their invitations through his open office door. Funny, at the moment, she couldn’t remember the last time he had.

Kurt must be able to see traces of her lacey bra through her demure white blouse by now. Peeking up from behind her lowered lids, she searched for any indication of his reaction. Would he think her promiscuous for her racy choice? Rebecca shivered harder and fumbled the uncooperative buttons on her top.

“Here, let me help you.” He reached out and began threading the slippery discs through the holes with deft flicks. The heat of his fingers against her collarbone caused a wave of need. The backs of his hands trailed down her chest. Her shirt parted in their wake, revealing her pale skin. His fingers were long and thick, steady but gentle.

Standing there, exposed and vulnerable, the potency of her reaction to Kurt paralyzed her. The rational segment of her brain struggled to recall the professional intent behind their encounter. He peeled her shirt off her shoulders and untucked it from her skirt before she recovered from his proximity. He couldn’t have known how many times she’d imagined a scene like this while peeking in at him from her desk across the threshold.

She came to her senses in time to stop Kurt as he lingered at the waistband of her skirt, his thumbs brushing up her sides. Though he probably intended the gesture to be soothing, she had to move away when passion started to bubble inside her. She didn’t think she could stand his touch on her sensitized flesh any longer without making a fool of herself. Already, she feared he could sense her arousal.

Rebecca averted her eyes to keep him from stealing the secrets she held there.

“Don’t be ashamed, Becca.” Kurt needed to ease the doubts reflected in her eyes. It was odd for her to hesitate. In their work together, her natural confidence made her efficient and competent. “I think you’re beautiful. Don’t ever be afraid to show me how you feel. You’ll have nothing to hide from me when the study is complete.”

Her chest expanded as she drew a deep breath, gathering her courage, and then rose to slide down the zipper of her skirt. With one hand, she guided the fabric down her legs while shielding herself from his view by turning away then wrapping her arm around her waist.

Encircling her dainty wrist with his fingers, he tugged it free. He couldn’t keep himself from touching her, even so fleetingly, as he took in the matching lace-top garters, bra and flimsy silk panties covering her mound.

The glistening damp spot on them betrayed her excitement. She hesitated, looking to him to begin the exam, her breasts rising and falling in rapid bursts beneath his hungry eyes.

“As hot as you look like this, you’ll need to take off your underwear, too.” Kurt couldn’t believe how much she tempted him. He’d always been very controlled with his lovers, enjoying the thrill of the chase, teasing them and making them desire him until they couldn’t stand it anymore and begged him for release. Never before had he been this close to the edge himself, not after watching a beautiful woman undress.

The tone of his voice, jagged with strain, forced him to admit his best fantasies didn’t live up to the reality of this moment.

Now committed, Becca stripped off her bra and panties before settling on the chaise to roll the sexy garters down her sexier legs. Kurt watched as the motion separated her thighs. The swollen folds of her sex parted, moisture glistening in shimmering strands between her labia, and he yearned to taste her.

“Good girl,” he murmured as he moved closer. He pressed her shoulders back, guiding her down on the cushions. He struggled to keep the encounter clinical in an attempt to ease her into heightened intimacy with him through familiar routines.

“First, I’ll need to see how sensitive you are.” Resting on the edge of the sofa, he stroked his index finger along the side of her face. He dragged the pad to her glossy lips and brushed it across them. She gasped at the sensation, which caused his finger to slip inside her mouth, moistening the tip. He pulled it out and circled her lips again, making them shine.

“Do you usually respond this quickly to foreplay?” He tamped down the jealous twinge causing him to wonder if she blossomed like this for other men or for him alone.

“I-I don’t really know.”

Stupid college kids, he thought. No one had ever seduced her?

Kurt brought his other hand up to frame her face. Pushing his hands through Becca’s hair, he allowed the strands to fill the gaps between his fingers. The warm satin tendrils infused him with longing but her thigh muscles relaxed against his on the couch as he massaged her scalp. His hands drifted toward her neck with leisurely but methodic strokes. A shaky sound somewhere between a whimper and a moan escaped from deep within her.

Every inch he explored was a delight as he discovered she felt even better than he had imagined. He couldn’t resist trailing his hands below her collarbones now, dipping onto the top swells of her breasts, as he savored the heat and silkiness of her skin. She shifted beneath him in restless motions as though the light contact wasn’t enough for her. His eyes raked an impassioned trail down her body, more beautiful than he had anticipated. Her full, round breasts complemented her smooth, but not too skinny, stomach which flared out to hips that enticed him with their sensual curves.

“Do you do self breast exams?” Kurt whispered as he improvised on his original plan. Beneath his inquiring gaze, she closed her eyes and shook her head. From a professional perspective, she would understand this had no bearing on the study. Her willingness to accept his touch, their newfound intimacy, regardless of logic inspired his wish to reward her with pleasure.

“Let me, then.” He smiled down at her scrunched eyelids, hoping she suffered as much as he did. He couldn’t bear to weather this pain alone. His cock had never been this hard. Already, pre-come leaked out, dampening his trousers. His balls nestled tight to his body.

Very soon, she could be his.

He started at the outside of her plump breast, walking his fingers in a shallow spiral. As they grew closer and closer to the center, her nipples gathered until they stood straight out. He brushed the palm of his hand over them as he made his way toward the goal with his fingertips then watched the rosy peaks darken when she flushed with excitement. Becca lay so still beneath his touch he realized she focused on maintaining the posture, withholding her desire from him.

She had so much to learn yet.

“It’s okay to feel pleasure. Remember, this study will be about your sexuality. Determining your limits will mandate exceeding them. You won’t be able to avoid ecstasy. Enjoy it. I will.”

The intensity of her reaction impressed Kurt. She attempted to speak but had to try twice before her voice would cooperate. When it did, her words tumbled out as though angry with her body for betraying her. “This isn’t easy. You’re my boss!”

“Not here, not now. We’re in this together. Go with it, let it take you.” Kurt’s fingers made their way to her nipples, rewarding her for her candor. A strangled moan burst from her. He redoubled his efforts, intent on driving her wild. He let the desire raging inside him be evident in his expression, to soothe her obvious yet misplaced embarrassment.

When she noticed the lust in his stare, the tension in her muscles melted away. Rubbing her nipples harder, he graced them with light pinches, conditioning her to respond as he commanded. The initial step away from her ultra-professional bearing would be the hardest for her. He found it difficult to push her, but his dominant instincts declared it the right course of action. Meanwhile, he reminded himself no matter how much he reveled in her pleasure, it was all for the study. For Becca. Her career, but not personal.

“You’re doing great.” He stroked her breasts one last time before sliding his hands to her hips.

Instinctively, her pelvis lifted toward him but he avoided direct contact, moving lower until his hands cupped her feet. He massaged the sole of each with firm strokes to keep from tickling her. Another sigh of pleasure rewarded his efforts. Those wicked heels couldn’t be comfortable to wear. He rubbed her feet bit by bit, working his way from her toes to her heels and ankles until she lay pliant before him.

“You’re so sensitive. You react intensely to tactile stimulation.” He showered her with reverent whispers, causing her blush to deepen. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Passion is a normal emotion and you have so much of it in you. Don’t hold anything back from me. You will let me know how you feel at all times.” As he spoke, his hands glided up her legs, pausing to stroke the sensitive skin behind her knees before moving up the inside of her thighs with excruciating patience.

Her skin scorched him now. The waves of heat from her core warmed his hands. He could make her beg for his touch now that desire seared away all her inhibitions, but he refrained. With every contact, the professional shell cracked further and revealed more of the tantalizing woman beneath.

The transformation stole his breath, a thousand times more seductive than watching her undress. The juices running down her slit into the valley of her ass made him wish he could bury himself balls deep inside her welcoming grasp.

“How many lovers have you had, Becca?” It wouldn’t be many. She’d smothered this side of herself.

Besides, she spent most nights right here, working cases with him at the practice, or completing projects for her studies. He needed to know how careful to be with her. “When did you last have sex?”

By now, he suspected she was too involved to balk at the directness of his questions. When she panted out her answer, a purely male part of him cheered. “I had sex before winter break last year with my date to the end-of-the-semester banquet. That was the third time.”

Kurt’s fingers quaked on her upper thighs at the thought of her innocence. He couldn’t stop himself from touching her pussy. He cupped her, enjoying the light weight of her tender flesh and downy hair against his hand. The slickness of her secretions allowed him to glide his palm over her. She arched into his hold and moaned.