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tender, innocent contact riled her senses. Odd considering the intensity of their earlier session but he’d never touched her in all their years working together. Her resistance melted, becoming malleable to his suggestions.
    “You don’t rest enough, Becca. Always working so hard. Don’t you think it’s time to loosen up a little?”
    Without waiting for her answer, he maneuvered her to his car. He had to know she’d walked to the clinic as usual. Opening the door of his sleek black sports car, he tucked her into the passenger seat before joining her.
    “Really, Dr. Foster, I should be getting home.” The weak protest was automatic.
    He made a soft sound of warning that reminded her of a growl. “Kurt. It’s Kurt now and I don’t want to let you go. Stop trying to back away from me, from what we did today. I won’t let go.” He appealed to her sense of responsibility, the reference to her paid participation in the study a sure tactic to keep her there. She couldn’t tell if he did it intentionally but she figured he did. He didn’t seem ashamed, though, just determined. Then again, the experiment could be the breakthrough of his life work. He wouldn’t want to lose any progress they’d made.
    “I’d like to talk about what happened. I’m guessing our session might have been overwhelming for you. I don’t think you should be alone yet. Besides, you’re done with all your courses now. You should have some fun for a change.”
    “You’re not going to give up until I go with you, right?” She sighed, snuggling deeper into the supple leather seat, too exhausted to maintain their usual stiff formality when it seemed so pointless. A few short hours ago she’d taken his cock in her mouth.
    She wanted to spend time with him but hated the idea of an evening filled with extended case discussion.
    Or worse, introspective analysis of her earlier reactions. He was right about one thing. She needed to relax, not prolong her work for the night. She wished for one bright second he sought her company for more personal reasons.
    “No, I won’t give up,” he affirmed.
    Rebecca couldn’t deny she’d aroused him during the experiment, but what healthy man wouldn’t get horny watching a naked woman orgasm in front of him? It wasn’t that she thought herself unattractive but she had nothing in common with the flashy, sophisticated women Kurt dated. Therefore, the only reason he could have for requesting her company involved the experiment. As much as she wanted to, she would never shirk her duty.
    “All right, then. I could go for some food.” A hot meal from a restaurant without a drive-through window did sound amazing. This afternoon’s adventure had sapped her energy. She’d been too nervous to eat beforehand.
    Two of the most violent climaxes of her life, the rare luxury of a long afternoon nap, and the struggle with her emotions left her boneless and out of place. The day had altered her reality because, without a doubt, she could never return to such disinterest in sex with her newfound awareness of how magnificent it could be.
    Hell, she hadn’t even had sex with Kurt. Technically. Still, it was by far the most important encounter of her life. On the down side, she faced the daunting task of seeking employment elsewhere when the experiment wrapped up.
    Despite her earlier conviction, she doubted she could regain her professional composure around him. Every time she looked at him, she had flashes of his broad hands lashing her to his examination table, his velvety tongue licking her pussy and the ecstasy that had been chiseled on his face as she sucked his impressive cock while his invention fucked her.
    They rode to the restaurant without speaking. The cockpit of the roadster filled with lyrical jazz as Kurt navigated his way through heavy traffic toward a restaurant she’d heard him recommend often. She’d wanted to try it but couldn’t justify the expense when she could cook a week of dinners for the