Free Provocative Professions Collection by Angela Graham, S. E. Hall Page B

explains, his words unsteady.
    A line has been crossed, the air surrounding us no longer heavy with intrigue and lust but awkward restlessness.
    "Thank you, Doctor," I say to the floor, confusion clouding my soft voice and dictating the downward direction of my head.
    I only look up when I hear the door click. He's gone and I'm a mess of hands and feet shoving on my shirt and wrestling with my shoes. As soon as I'm fully dressed, I pull out my phone to make the call my complete bewilderment won't allow me to delay another minute.
    "Jennifer, hey, it's Addison. I'll be out for the rest of the day. I'm sorry. I just finished at the doctor and I need to go home and lie down. Thank you."

    Dragging into my house, my back throbs and aches from the hunchback-ish posture that's set in with my mood. I'd fix this funk I'm in if only I knew how—usually I'm a productive, happily independent functioning member of society. Problem is, I can't pinpoint exactly what's sucked the life from me; it's just one big hodge-podge of fuzzy ick .
    Giving no fucks that it's early afternoon, I trudge to my bedroom and slip into my comfiest pajamas, then crawl under the sanctity of my billowy down comforter. I've never been a big napper, always more important things to do in daylight, but damn if my eyelids aren't already heavy.
    Everything's a wreck and I need a break from reality, so I surrender to sleep.
    "Addison."
    My eyes flutter open, taking in my surroundings, no longer my bedroom. Instead I'm back there, his office, sitting on the exam table wearing nothing but my lucky socks. There's no robe to cover even the smallest part of me. I'm naked, vulnerable, yet my focus is trained solely on searching for the wanting masculine voice calling out my name.
    He's not in the room, not yet, but he soon will be. He's close, on the other side of that door, I can feel him. I close my eyes, imagining him standing there, ready to greet me, touch me. Is he visualizing me? Preparing his body, pleading with it to behave as I am my own?
    Anticipation trembling down my legs, I watch as the door opens and he appears, calm and collected, all business. But his eyes…his eyes give him away, telling a different story. He's not just my doctor, I'm more than his patient. There's a hunger there, one that matches my own, challenging me to take what I want.
    Instantly he's in front of me, as though he'd flashed across the room too quickly for the human eye to catch. No words are spoken as he lays me back, his fingers curling around my own until I'm spread out over the table.
    His mouth suckles my breast, tongue flicking the nipple, hands wandering over me. He can't get enough. I can feel his excitement, his eagerness. I arch my back up, needing him closer.
    He understands, walking to the end of the table and climbing up. His strong body covers my own as he claims my mouth in zealous fervor, his hard, rigid length pulsing against my stomach.
    My legs creep out from under him and wrap around his back, the movement pushing his cock exactly where I need it. I feel the twitch when I grind against it.
    My hands tangle in his silky hair over his shoulders, then slide between our bodies, tugging to open his pants. He places a final kiss to my collarbone then raises up to assist. My heavy lidded eyes meet Brady's familiar face suddenly looking down into mine.
    "I know you want me too, Moe. Always been mine."
    I throw up my hands, pushing him away, scurrying off the side of the table, now my bed, where I awaken, fingers delved in my core, body so close but mind alarmingly confused. It takes a moment to fully immerse back into consciousness.
    What the hell is happening to me?
    Overheated and heart pounding, I'm twisted in the sheets, a light sheen of sweat covering my enflamed body.
    My dream. Oh God, my dream.
    Attempting to control my rapid breaths, I glance over at my alarm. Eight am! I'd never set it, falling asleep mid-day, and now I'm right on track to be late for work and