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“No wonder you have been so up and down lately, I knew you said he was okay, but you never said he was like...smoking hot.” She fans her face in exaggeration.

“Yeah, he isn’t bad is he?” I play it down “I wonder what he is doing here?” I wonder if he is stalking me again.

Don’t be stupid, of course he isn’t.

“Probably on a night out like us, I’m pretty sure even hot shrinks need a night out every once in a while,” she laughs. How to burst my bubble in one quick sentence, Jen. I feel deflated, I wanted to believe that he was watching me, but I know I am being crazy.

“He was going to kiss me on Wednesday, then pulled away,” I murmur, she looks at me like I’ve just grown an extra head

“What do you mean he went to kiss you, where?”

“On the lips,” I deadpan.

“Very funny Iz. I mean where did this happen and why am I only just hearing about it?”

“Some creep from the bar tried it on the other night, Damon saved me, then he pinned me to the wall and went to kiss me.” I look down at the floor before continuing. “He pulled away. I felt such a fool, I wanted it so badly but he rejected me. I didn’t want to tell you because I felt ashamed.”

“I understand it all now.” I look up confused. “I get it, you like him don’t you? That’s why you’ve been so up and down lately.”

“Yeah, I do, from that first time I saw him. When he entered my hospital room it was like he jump-started my heart again. He made me feel alive, like I had something to live for.” She looks at me and smiles.

“So why are we sat in the toilet discussing this while he is out there waiting? If you like him then get out there and fight for him Iz.” She tugs on my arm. “Now hurry up I need to check that fine piece of arse out again, especially if he is going to be dating my best friend in the future. I might not get a chance to check him out as a single man again.” She winks at me. I laugh at her stupid over-exaggeration. I finish up on the toilet and then I re-apply my mascara and lip-gloss in the mirror, I check my hair and head back out the door. Damon is stood at the VIP bar talking to Jack. I smile as I notice that Jack is hitting on him. Letting out a little chuckle, I straighten my back and walk over to them.

“So you’re a doctor? You can examine me any time you like.” I listen to Jack, watching him stroke Damon’s arm. Damon looks like he is about to run a mile. I laugh lightly, before walking over to save him.

“Thank you for looking after me,” I say politely. “We shall leave you to enjoy the rest of your night.” I grab Jack by the arm giving him a little tug to drag him away. I watch as Jenny gives me a look that could kill a small army.

“Stay please.” He grabs me lightly by the elbow. “I got you a glass of water. My friend owns this club and he has said you can stay in the VIP section for tonight, as my guests.” He looks at Jack cautiously and then smiles at Jenny “All of you,” he announces. I see Jenny’s eyes light up like Christmas morning and Jack is bouncing up and down clapping his hands, he looks so camp right now. “It would make me feel so much better if I knew you were safe, I don’t want you passing out again.”

“I’m fine honestly, you don’t need to worry. I think I just had a little too much to drink,” I state. I look at Jenny, who I think is about to attack me if I don’t stay, I look at Jack and he is pouting, I know it would mean so much to him if he could stay. He is the queen diva after all, he would love being treated like royalty. “But if it will make you feel better I’m sure we can stay for a bit.” I stare into those deep pools of blue and I see a spark in them. Damon smiles at me and it does something to me way down there. This man has such an affect on my body, it’s unbelievable. I laugh as Jenny practically drags Jack away from Damon’s side. I watch them as they wander back over to the couch that I was laying on earlier, deep in conversation.

“What are you doing here?” I ask the question he never did answer earlier.

“Like I said, my friend owns this club. I come by and say hello at least once a month, have a few drinks and a chat with him. I saw you enter the club, I wanted to come and say hello but I didn’t want to interrupt your night. Then I saw you pass out and I’ve never moved so fast in all my life.” He pauses and then shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot, I watch him crack his neck before he continues. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened on Wednesday night.” I feel my cheeks burning. “I wanted to apologise for my actions.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, I am extremely grateful for your help and let’s just forget about the rest.” I feel lightheaded again, my legs start to shake and my knees buckle under my small weight.

“Whoa, I’ve got you.” Big strong arms hold me up and I’m pressed into his chest, I breathe into him and he smells delicious, fresh, clean, with a musky aftershave smell, it’s heaven. I hear him take the deepest breath and inhale.

Is he actually smelling my hair?

We stand like this for what feels like hours, but it can only be seconds, before he pulls back and looks into my eyes. I see many things in them but pain is what I see the most, like he is fighting against something.

“Are you okay now?” he asks. My mouth is moving but my brain has lost all train of thought as his eyes bore into me. I am in so much trouble how am I ever going to get over my feelings for this man when I have to continuously see him every week as my psychiatrist?

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Just a little light headed.” I have a moment of clarity and before my heart can catch up to my head, I say “I don’t think it would be a good idea for us to see each other anymore. I mean in a professional capacity or a social one.” I need to do this for my sanity. The man makes me deliriously happy but I know deep down that my infatuation for him isn’t even real. It’s just my need to feel loved and cared for that is making me feel these things for him.

I turn around before he can change my decision. I walk towards the stairs desperately needing to get away from him. As I reach the top step his hand grabs the top of my arm and he swings me around. Before I know it his mouth is on mine. I open my lips slightly to allow him access and he caresses my tongue with his. Fireworks are going off inside my head and I feel so much passion radiating from his mouth into mine. I don’t know what is real anymore and what isn’t. I finally pull myself away from his soft lips.

“I don’t know what you want, Damon. I am so confused. One minute you’re apologising for wanting to kiss me. Even though you didn’t kiss me. The next minute you
are
kissing me. I am so up and down. My head is in such a mess, yet you’re making it worse.” I take a deep breath before I continue. “I like you, I really like you. I have done since that moment you walked into my hospital room. I have felt a spark there, something in the air between us. I know you feel it too, but I also know you’re fighting it. Why are you fighting it?” I watch him, it is like he trying to think about what he wants to say. I don’t know how I am managing to say all these things to him. It’s like all the anger, confusion and feelings that have been bubbling up inside of me have just burst out of their confinements, and my mouth has sprouted verbal diarrhoea.

“I am scared Isabelle, you’re my patient, but I can’t let you leave,” he whispers. “I need to feel your bare skin against mine, I have needed to feel it since the very first time I saw you.” His lips are on me again, feather light kisses this time down my cheek and neck. I am aware of our surroundings and I pull back. I am so turned on right now and if one of us doesn’t stop this we will be naked on the floor in no time. To be honest, I am not entirely sure if this is something I want, I mean, I do want it but I just don’t know if I want it for the right reasons.

Stop questioning everything Izzy and just take a chance.

I look around and notice that Jenny and Jack have disappeared, assuming that they have gone off to the dance floor. No one is actually paying any attention to us, so I turn back to him but keep my eyes trained to the floor. Why is this man so up and down, one minute he is telling me this can’t happen between us and the next he is kissing the life out of me. I feel like I’m on a freaking roller coaster. It’s making me sick and if I don’t get off soon I think it may crash.

He puts his finger on my chin and lifts my face up to look at him. I look into his deep blues and this time I see something that wasn’t there before. Instead of his usual intense stare, I see them smile for the first time and it is the most beautiful sight. His eyes are dancing and they are dancing for me. He has the cutest smile, his cheeks dimple and it’s adorable.

“We can find a way around this whole patient-doctor situation, I promise. But right now, right in this moment, I need you. I want to see that beautiful smile that I know you have, I want to see your eyes light up when I kiss you, I want to hear the noises you make when I take you and I want to see your face when I make you come.”

Oh my!

I think I have just come right here, right now stood in the middle of the VIP section of this club. I am pretty damn sure my knickers are damp and my face is flushed.

“I wasn’t expecting any of this, this wasn’t planned but when I touched you that first time it was like a bolt went straight through me.” I know what he is saying because I felt it too; it was like my heart started beating again after being dead for so long. I can feel his breath at my neck and it sends shivers down my spine. “You look so beautiful tonight.” His hand skims my naked back and I practically convulse right then and there. “Let me take you out of here.” I just nod because I am not sure I can physically speak. We find my friends to let them know we are leaving.

“Damon is taking me home,” I whisper into Jen’s ear, she leans back and I see a smirk appear on her face and her eyebrows rise. “Not like that Jennifer, I still feel a little lightheaded so I’m going to get some air and have a lie down at home.” I don’t think she believes me.

“Okay honey, please let me know when you’re at home, I can come with you if you want?”

“No, please stay and enjoy yourself. I’ll be fine.” I give them both a hug and kiss. I watch as Damon shakes hands with Jack while Jack looks him up and down with a hunger in his eyes. He kisses Jen on the cheek and then leads me towards the door.

We exit the club and I wrap an arm around myself when the cool air hits me. Damon notices and starts to remove his jacket.

“Here, take this.” He wraps it around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I say, smiling up at him. We walk through the city centre, weaving through the crowds of people who gather outside each of the nightclubs, as we pass them by. We finally reach the car park and I laugh to myself when I spot the Range Rover sat all alone in the middle of the desolate place. Damon turns to look at me with a curious frown on his face.

“I remember seeing your car parked outside the bar last week. When I read the number plate I thought, what a pompous prick.” I shrug hoping I haven’t offended him. He laughs lightly and continues to walk. He presses the little button on his key fob and the lights flash. He opens the passenger door and I climb up into the seat. I watch fascinated as he makes his way around the front heading towards the driver’s side. He really is gorgeous in jeans and polo shirt. His hair is messy and hanging down to his ears, he smiles as he climbs in and I smile when I see those dimples again. As he starts the car up, ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams plays from the sound system. I love this song; I hum along to the words, scared to sing in case I frighten him away with my
unique
singing voice.

You sound like a cat being strangled Isabelle, there is nothing unique about that.

After a few minutes of driving, I realise that we are going in the total opposite direction of my flat.

“This isn’t the way to my flat,” I state the obvious

“No, we are going to my apartment.” I glare at him, I don’t think I want to go to his apartment, I barely know the man. “Don’t worry I will take you home whenever you are ready to leave.”

Who are you trying to kid? You know you want to go to his apartment.

A few minutes later we pull up outside an apartment complex, just on the outskirts of the City centre. We enter through a double door and call for the lift. My body is totally aware of his close proximity; I have goose bumps all over. Once we enter the lift, it is like all the air has been sucked from my body. He pushes me up against the wall looking down at me with those beautiful deep eyes. I can feel my nipples harden underneath my dress. I remember that I am not wearing a bra, as the dress I am wearing doesn’t allow for one. He looks down at my lips and it is as though he is fighting the temptation to take them. The doors suddenly open and I hear voices. A young couple stands in the corridor waiting to enter, I feel exposed so I fold my arms across my breasts as though they are naked, and follow Damon out of the lift and into the long hallway.

We enter his apartment and I look around, it isn’t what I was expecting, it is so modern. All the walls are painted cream, and just like his office, his carpet is red. His front door opens up into the living area, he has a cream sofa angled towards the huge TV screen that is situation on the wall, with a coffee table in front of it, to the right of the sofa there is a massive open plan kitchen area with a vast island in the middle. I walk inside and look out of the window, the views are spectacular you can see all the way towards the city. It’s stunning. I turn and see him watching me.

“Would you like a drink?” he asks as he turns towards the kitchen.

“I would love a tea please, milk, no sugar.” I really do not need any more alcohol in my system; the effects of the last lot are only just abating. He moves around the kitchen with ease. I sit down on the huge sofa, it’s like sitting on a cloud all fluffy and light
; I love this sofa already.
He brings two cups in and places them on coasters on the glass coffee table in front of me. I pick one up and hold it to my nose blowing on it slightly to cool it. I look up and see him watching me intently. “Where about in the States are you from?” I ask, I’ve been wondering about his accent for a few days now. He puts his mug down on the table and looks up, hesitating before responding.

“Oh, you wouldn’t know it, it’s just a small town in the Northwest. Tell me a bit about yourself.” He is trying to change the subject. I didn’t come here for him to start the psychiatrist bullshit on me.

“You probably already know more about me than most people,” I state. “Anyway I am not open for a shrink session tonight.” He looks embarrassed, like I’ve caught him trying to steal cookies from the jar. He shakes his head and smirks.

“I’m sorry, old habits die-hard and all that.” He shrugs. “ I would really like to get to know you a bit better though, and I don’t want you to stop coming to see me in a professional capacity. However, we will talk about that some other time.” He stands and in one fluid motion he sits back down next to me, turning his whole body so that he is facing me. I look deep into his eyes, and I know that I am done for. My body reacts so acutely towards this man, I tingle from head to toe just at his touch and I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the burn that is aching way down below. He leans forward gently grabbing the back of my head, bringing me the rest of the way towards his mouth. I lick my lips and he is on me in an instant.

“Please tell me now if this is something you don’t want Isabelle, because once I start I’m not stopping, you’re mine and I am not letting you go.” He pants heavily as he pulls back. Did he really just go all alpha male on me? I smile, thinking of all the books I’ve read where the male lead is dominant and possessive and every time I have wished that I could find a man that was as passionate about me.

“Yes, it’s what I want.” I nod. Those five little words are all it takes. Damon is on me again and we crash together in the most erotic, mind blowing, passionate kiss. He literally takes my breath away. His hands are everywhere, feeling me like he can’t get enough. He reaches the side zip of my dress and slowly pulls it down. His lips leave mine and I feel like I have just lost a limb.

“However beautiful this dress is, it really has to go.” He smirks as he undoes the dress from around my neck, slowly. I hear a small gasp as the dress drops, revealing my bare breasts and then I watch as he smiles in appreciation. He takes my already pert nipple between his thumb and finger and gives it a gentle tug before doing the same to the other one. “You have the best set of tits I have ever seen,” he murmurs. He cups under each one as he caresses them. Lowering his head he takes my right nipple in his mouth sucking and biting the tip gently all the while still caressing my left. I moan in pleasure, I am so turned on right now I will probably explode from the torture he is performing on my breasts.

When he has finished he moves his hands down taking my dress with it, I stand and let it fall to my feet. I feel so confident and erotic right now, this is not me at all but this man brings out some strange sensations in me. I am stood in front of him now in just my stilettos and red lace knickers, he grabs hold of my arse while he is still sitting and he pulls me towards him, kissing my stomach whilst running his hands up my thighs. I am so thankful for the pamper session I had in the week and I’m especially pleased I made the decision to have a full body wax including bikini, maybe my subconscious hoped to be in this situation. He stands and leads me by the hand towards a door at the back of the apartment. As I walk into what I find to be the bedroom, I stop and stare at the biggest four-post bed I have ever seen, it is massive, made from what I assume is dark oak all hand carved. The posts have roses carved into them and the headboard has an angel carved into it. It is simply stunning.

“Wow! I am speechless,” I gasp. I turn to look at Damon who is staring at me intently, the corner of his mouth pulls up into a small smile.

“Do you like it? It was my grandmothers. This and the desk in my office are the only things she left to me when she passed. I had them shipped over when I moved, cost me a fortune but it was worth it. My grandfather hand carved every piece of wood.” The pride in his voice when he speaks is breath taking.

“It is the most stunning thing I have ever seen.” It really is beautiful. I walk towards it running my hand along the posts.

I am very aware that I am still mostly naked and I immediately feel powerful as I sit down on the magnificent bed. I lean back on my elbows and give my best seductive pout. His eyebrows lift and he smirks as he walks slowly towards me, almost stalking me. I have to squeeze my thighs together to stop the ache that is getting more and more intense with each step he takes. When he reaches me he takes my left foot in his hand and removes my shoe, tossing it over his shoulder, he then repeats the process with my right shoe.

“You are so beautiful and you have the smoothest skin I have ever felt.” He strokes up and down my arms, I try not to giggle, I have always been a ticklish person. He pushes me back gently onto the bed so that I am lying flat with my legs still dangling off the edge. I feel his breath on my foot and then feather light kisses on my toes moving upward towards the side of my foot, my ankle, my calf, my knee, my thigh and up towards my groin. He stops, puts his fingers into my knickers and literally rips them down my legs, it’s like he can’t get them off fast enough. I hear a gasp of appreciation as he takes a look at my glistening pussy. I feel his breath again; it is getting closer to my most intimate part. I feel him blow on my clit and I almost come straight away, his tongue licks up my slit and I let out a moan.

“You like that, baby?” I let out an
hmm
sound as I don’t think I can form coherent words right now. His tongue is licking and sucking and when I feel his finger thrust inside me, I explode. A million bolts of electricity enter my body and I shudder and pulsate from the feeling. It goes on and on and he keeps on licking and sucking as my orgasm drags out, I don’t think he will ever stop. I have never in my life had an orgasm so intense, not by my own hands or others. I feel him climb up to the bed, but I can’t move my body, I think I’ve just died and gone to heaven. His lips are on mine and I can taste my own arousal. I feel the bulge in his pants pressing against my hip and I want to see it, feel it and taste it. I grab hold of his trousers and fumble for the zip, pulling it down and undoing the button, I slip them down over his tight arse and then I make work on his boxer shorts. He springs free and I am gobsmacked.

Holy fucking crap the man is mahoosive!

I close my mouth to stop the drool from dripping out, I look up and Damon has the biggest smirk on his face

“Like what you see?” nodding, I lick my lips and lower my head. I lick the tip and taste the pre cum, he tastes delicious. I lower my mouth down onto the tip.

How in the hell am I going to get this thing in my mouth?

Taking the shaft in my hand, I move it up and down while sucking and licking the tip, swirling my tongue over the ridge of skin at the back. I remember a trick that Jenny once mentioned once about squeezing your left thumb to stop your gag reflex. I squeeze hard and pull him in as far as I can manage.

“Hmm, yeah, like that. That feels so good. Oh god, yes.” I’m feeling more and more confident with each moan he makes and it is making me really wet knowing that I am having an effect on him. “Stop, I’m going to come and I want to be inside you.” I give him one last suck and make a pop noise when I pull him out of my mouth. I look up at him and smirk. “You should do that professionally.” I don’t know whether to take that as a complement or if he is suggesting that I should prostitute myself. “Actually no, that one is only for me from now on,” he smirks, pulling me up to him. He takes my mouth, caressing my tongue with his and tasting himself, our juices mixed together in our mouths becoming one. He lowers me back down on the bed and reaches over towards the bedside drawers. He pulls a condom out and I hear the foil packet tear then watch as he lowers it over his erection. He lines his cock over my entrance and slowly sinks inside me.

Wow, it feels amazing, so good, so full.

“Deeper,” I murmur, I want to feel every last inch of him. He pushes himself balls deep and it’s the most exquisite feeling ever, slightly painful but good pain. He finds his rhythm and I can feel my core tightening. I start to tingle, my body going lax as I sense my impending orgasm. Then he rams in hard and I shatter all around him. My mind is lost and I ride the waves over and over and over as he continues to pound into me. When I eventually come back down from heaven, I open my eyes. He has slowed back down and he’s looking at me with lust in his eyes. His dark blues are almost black as I witness the desire in them. He shifts his position flips me over so that I am now on my knees with him behind me.

“Lift that sexy ass in the air for me.” I shift wiggling my bum seductively at him, he gives it a light slap and it makes me tingle.

Who knew spanking was such a turn on?

He lines himself up and is inside me within seconds. I yelp as he fills me to the hilt and I moan loudly as he rams into me over and over. I reach out and grasp the beautifully carved headboard to steady myself. I push myself backwards, making him go in even deeper. He reaches around and puts the pad of his thumb against my clit. I feel him tense as he lets out a guttural moan, the sound is enough to push me over the edge. As the waves of both our orgasms expel, we lay a mixture of tangled arms and legs. I let out the biggest sigh, I feel happy and sated. He shifts and stands up and I feel empty and sad. He silently walks over towards what I assume is the bathroom pulling on his boxers as he goes. I am lying on this magnificent beautiful bed naked and exposed. I start to drift in and out of consciousness, when I feel his presence as he kneels on the bed. He wipes me gently with a warm wash cloth, it is such a thoughtful thing to do and my inside clench at his touch. I have had three mind-blowing orgasms in the space of an hour and I could go again for number four. Feeling the dip of the bed as he kneels down beside me, I turn to face him. He is staring at me with such desire in his eyes.