Chapter 20
Melissa
I still had my appointment with Brandon today, and I was excited to see him. Lunch had gone wonderfully with us and the kids, and I was still stunned at how Sarah had taken to him. She talked with him and asked him a couple of questions and even let him help her with her food. It was the most incredible thing I had ever seen, and my heart was soaring by the time Sarah and I got back home.
I closed my eyes and sat in my car to gather myself for a few minutes. I couldn’t get my mind off how incredible Brandon felt after our date last night. The way his cock filled me and the way his hands roamed my skin, it was like my stretch marks and loose skin didn’t matter to him. He kissed every dollop of fat and slurped down every last drop of juice I could create for him, but I knew I had to pull myself together.
I was about to go into an appointment, and I couldn’t sit there for an hour in soaked panties.
I knocked on the door of his office to make sure his prior session hadn’t run long. I saw the doorknob turn as it opened, and there was his smiling face. He ushered me in before he shut the door behind me, but then he did something I didn’t expect.
He tugged my arm and slammed me back into the heavy door.
Suddenly, his lips were upon mine. My hands rushed to his hair as my purse dropped to the floor and his hand was hiking my leg around his waist. His massive palms smoothed over my skin as my heel dug into the meat of his ass. My tits were at painful peaks as his lips moved desperately down my cheek, sucking in a patch of skin as I moaned.
He picked me up and sat me on his desk. My pussy was dripping into my panties as his hands made quick work of my clothes. One by one, pieces of our clothing fell to the floor while his warm, wet lips peppered my skin with kisses.
But I slowly came back to reality once I felt the clasps of my bra come undone.
“Brandon?” I whispered.
“Oh, Melissa.”
“Brandon,” I said.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he said.
“Wait, wait, wait.”
I pressed my hands to his chest and slowly pushed him back. His half-hooded eyes looked at me while his hand cupped my naked breast, and for a second, I reveled in his touch. He was rolling my pert nipple around in his fingertips, and it took everything I had not to groan and give myself to him right then and there.
“Isn’t this—couldn’t you, you know, get in trouble?”
I studied his sky-filled eyes as his hands slowly ran down my sides. They began rolling up the fabric of my skirt, exposing my thighs as his eyes raked down my body. His gaze was hardening along my body as his tongue licked his lips, and for a moment, I thought maybe he hadn’t heard me.
“Technically, it could. If someone found out I was having sex in my office, much less sex with a patient, things could go wrong,” he said.
His hand slowly slid up my thigh, and my leg trembled. My forehead leaned against his, my breath coming in short pants as his fingertips found my clothed pussy. My legs parted for him, allowing him access as I arched back onto his desk. I stretched out my arms as he leaned into me, his lips kissing down my chest before he drew one of my nipples between his teeth.
“We shouldn’t,” I said, gasping.
“But oh, how I want to,” he said.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” I said.
“If you want me to stop, I will.”
His fingertips paused as his lips stopped their ministrations on my nipple. I could feel my entire body flushing underneath his touch. Electricity was coursing through my veins as my heart pounded against my chest. When I opened my eyes to take him in, I could see his pupils blown wide with lust. His hand was shaking slightly, ready to pull back at a moment’s notice should I want him to stop what he was doing.
“I guess I’ll have to be quiet,” I said, grinning.
All of a sudden, he dropped to his knees. I laid back, parting my legs for him as he took off my heels and removed my panties from my body. His tongue ravaged my pussy lips, sucking and slurping as I bit back my moans and groans. He crooked my legs over his shoulders before he stood, pressing my legs to my stomach as his tongue hit all the right places.
“Oh, shit. Holy fuck. What the hell is this?” I choked out.
“Ssshh.,” he hummed into my pussy.
My back hit his desk as my legs tightened around his body. His tongue pressed deeper and deeper against my clit while his hands worked his belt buckle, and I heard his pants to crashing to the floor. Any moment now, someone could come walking in and find us. Any moment now, Brandon could get himself into some serious trouble.
It reminded me of all the times we had sex underneath that beautiful oak tree, hoping we wouldn’t get caught by my parents.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Brandon murmured. “Taste so good.”
My body began to shake while my pussy throbbed in ecstasy. My body cried out for him as my back arched off his desk. My hands reached for the edges, rolling into him even though he had me pinned down. I could go nowhere and do nothing but take in the assault of his tongue as my pussy dripped onto the cool wood of his desk.
But before I could come, he pulled back. I felt his arms wrap around me as he pulled me upright from his desk. He scooped me up and carried me over to his chair. When he sat down, I straddled him, his massive cock throbbing as it leaked from its tip. My legs hooked around him as my pussy folds enveloped his cock, and then, something came over me. A carnal desire that needed him more than anything I’d ever felt in my life.
I began to slide my pussy folds around his cock as the head of it massaged my swollen clit. I bucked into him hungrily, my lips drawing his to mine and our tongues dancing like wildfire. My arms locked around his neck. As I felt my legs beginning to jump, his hands were on my hips. He encouraged me to keep going, a smile on his face as he watched mine screw up in pleasure.
His cock felt so good massaging my clit.
“That’s it. Take what you want,” he whispered.
My pussy began clamping down while I threw my head back in silent pleasure. I had to force myself to swallow my groans as my fingernails dug into his bare back, but the gasp that peeled from my lips as he slipped his cock into my orgasming pussy couldn’t be silenced. My eyes widened as my forehead pressed against his, and his hips set a furious pace.
We bucked against one another, our hips rolling, and I drenched him in my juices. His hands were running up and down my thighs, massaging them while I bounced in his lap. I covered his face in kisses before I ran my lips down his neck, raking my teeth over his pulse point. He held me close, his skin so warm against mine, rugged from the time we spent without one another. Each of his rippling muscles twitched against me. His panting breath flooded along my skin and his cock throbbed against my walls. Soon, I was climbing that mountain of pleasure again as his hips snapped against mine.
“Shit. Shit. Oh my god, Brandon. Yes.”
I whispered it like a prayer into his ear and kissed him everywhere I could get to him. His hands pressed me harder onto his body. His fingers splayed across my back, traveling over curves he couldn’t get enough of. I leaned back, feeling his cock hit another glorious angle as his lips traveled over my breasts, and I knew I was about to pop when I felt my pussy pull his dick deeper and deeper into my body.
“So hungry for me,” he groaned into my skin. “Fuck, Melissa.”
My toes curled, and my legs locked. My back arched, and my tits bounced. I shook in his lap while he continued to drive his cock into me. Then he stilled as my pussy drank down his come. I felt thick streams of it painting my body, coating me from the inside out as it began squirting from between my legs. His arms held me out, supporting me as my jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.
Then, as I collapsed into his arms, he pulled me back into him as my cheek pressed against his.
We both sat there panting, my arms limply locked around his neck, and for the first time since Carl had passed, I didn’t feel guilty about what I had done.
All I felt was loved.
Chapter 21
Brandon
“I can’t get her out of my head, man,” I said.
“I guess that’s a good thing. It’s better than all these less-than-one-night stands you’re having. I wasn’t about to tell you how to run or cope with your life, but screwing some bimbo in a bathroom isn’t a healthy way to cope with anything,” Michael said.
“We’ve been seeing one another even though she’s still my patient. That blurs lines, doesn’t it?” I asked.
“Professionally, yes. It’s why I keep telling you to transfer her. Even if it’s just on paper. The two of you can still make appointments to get together in your office if it’s the only time during the week you two can see each other. But on paper? She’s gotta be someone else’s patient,” he said.
“I’ll need to get on that soon. Especially after our session this week.”
“Did something happen?” he asked.
“Yep. We didn’t do any talking.”
I looked at Michael as his eyes slowly panned over to me. I put my empty beer bottle down, and it was quickly replaced with a new one. I could feel it in my bones. Michael wasn’t just shocked. He was probably worried. The lines Melissa and I were breaching could cost me the entire fucking company, but hell, it was exhilarating. Like trying not to get caught by her parents.
My cock throbbed just thinking about it.
“Be careful, you fucker. This is some serious shit you’re getting into with her,” Michael said.
“Don’t I fucking know it,” I said. “It’s like I’m insatiable, though. Like I’m back in fucking high school with a cock I can’t control.”
“You couldn’t control it before,” he said, grinning.
“I could. I just chose not to. I took my stress out on women who wanted to be with me, but I didn’t care about what happened to them after. With Melissa, I care about everything. How she’s doing, where her head’s at, how she’s feeling afterward.”
“You’ve got it bad for her.”
“But Monday was different. With the passing of her husband a few years back, she’s been unwilling to entertain the idea of physical intimacy with someone else. The first couple of times we inched toward things like this, it threw her into mild panic attacks. Monday, nothing like that happened.”
“Well, that’s good. Both physical and mental progress.”
“Exactly,” I said. “That’s a good thing, right?”
“It’s a very good thing. What’s she doing to combat her depression?” he asked.
“Vitamin D, a hobby, and yoga,” I said.
“Ah, so you guys are still at the non-medicative stage. Shit, that’s good. If you want my opinion, I think it has something to do with you. The chemical discharge that happens for a person after sex can act as an antidepressant. Just make sure she’s okay without it. If something happens between the two of you, her backsliding could be detrimental,” he said.
“I know, it’s why I’m trying to tread lightly. But fuck, it’s hard,” I said.
“Have the two of you talked since your so-called appointment?” he asked, grinning.
“Not really. Work got busy with clients rescheduling, and she’s got her own career and a daughter. Who I met, by the way.”
“Wait. You met her daughter?” he asked.
“And she met Max, yeah. The day after our date. I took us all out for lunch.”
Michael gawked at me as I finished the rest of my beer. He was no longer attempting to hide his shock for the situation, and it caused me to chuckle a bit.
“You good?” I asked.
“Holy shit, you’re really in this thing, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I am.”
The truth was, I loved her. My heart soared whenever I saw her just like it had all those years ago. Her body still made my hands tingle just like it had all those years ago. My cock throbbed for her and my mind raced with thoughts about her just like they had all those years ago. She had hooked me onto her fishing line, and I had no intentions of attempting to unhook myself.
But now I needed to tell her that.
“All right. I gotta go,” I said.
“I think you need to sit here and wait off some of that alcohol,” Michael said.
“Cabs and shit. I’m good. See you tomorrow.”
I threw down a twenty and wobbled off outside. I raised my hand to find a cab and quickly rattled off Melissa’s address. She needed to know how I felt. She needed to know I was in this to win it and that I wasn’t going to let her go a second time. I wasn’t going to be that fucking idiot I had been in college.
I told the cab driver to leave, knowing we’d fall happily into bed with one another. I was ready to hold her close to me and mark every inch of her skin with my beer-tainted lips. I’d pick her daughter up and swing her around in my arms. I’d read her stories and tuck her in. I’d show Melissa that I wanted this. All of it. For us to be the family we should’ve been so very long ago.
I knocked on her door, and she promptly answered, her lips smiling as I leaned up against her doorframe.
“Hey there,” she said. “Been out having fun?”
“I love you.”
All right, so I didn’t have much tact to it. But I said it. I threw it out there, and there was no mistaking how I felt. I pushed myself off the doorframe as her eyes studied me intently, but then she had a reaction I didn’t expect her to have.
She took a slight step back.
“What?” she asked.
“I love you, Melissa. From the moment you stepped into my office two and a half weeks ago, I knew I’d never stopped loving you. I was an idiot back in college for taking the money to marry that awful fucking woman. I never should’ve done it. But I’m telling you right here and now that I promise you I’m going nowhere. I love you. I always have, and I always will.”
Her lips parted as tears rose to her eyes. Happiness. She just needed clarification on how I was feeling. I smiled at her as I watched a lonely tear drip down her cheek, but the words that flew from her mouth once again didn’t match my expectations.
“I don’t know how I feel, Brandon.”
In that very moment, a chunk of my heart broke off and fell to the concrete. I took a step back like I’d been slapped in the face as she bowed her head. I loved Melissa, and she didn’t know if she felt anything for me. This was the nightmare I’d been petrified of since the moment she first called. This was the issue Michael was trying to bring up over drinks.
The idea that I was nothing more than a tool to help her heal.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Please, don’t be sorry,” she said, crying.
“I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Why don’t you come inside? Let me get you a cup of coffee before you get on your way,” she said.
“No.”
“Please, Brandon.”
“I said no!”
My fiery eyes looked up at her as tears poured from her eyes. She stepped out onto the porch as I stumbled backward, my hands fumbling with my phone as I tried to call that taxi back. If I went inside, I would want her. If I went inside, her magnetic thighs would draw my helpless hands to them. If I went inside, I could convince myself that none of this had just happened. That it was only a bad, drunken dream.
I could keep convincing myself that Melissa was in love with me.
“Brandon, please don’t go,” she said.
“See you later.”
I stumbled to the taxi cab and simply went home. I’d get my car in the morning, whenever I decided to wake up. I didn’t have any early morning appointments, which was wonderful considering the alcohol and pain I’d have to sleep off. I relieved the nanny, though she was hesitant to go home. She knew I was drunk, and she thought it would be better if she stayed. I told her I didn’t fucking care what she did.
Because the truth was, I didn’t.
I stumbled up to my room as the sounds of Max lightly snoring hit my ears. Tears filled my eyes as I thought back to that lunch. How I had exposed my son to a woman who had no intention of staying. All I’d done was wreak more damage on his life, because now if he ever asked about her, I’d have to tell him she was gone, too. Just like his mother.
I poured myself into bed and buried my face into my pillow. My eyes fluttered closed as the room began to spin, and I swallowed hard to keep from vomiting up any of the alcohol left in my system. All I wanted to do was sleep this off, get a decent shower, and throw myself into my work. I had a book tour coming up soon that would greatly distract me from the bullshit that had just rained down on my life, but I knew there was one specific thing I had to do.
I had to transfer her as my patient.