I have had another month of therapy, and have not felt more ready, to get back to work before in my life. I feel like I’m healed enough, but it seems that I’m the only one who thinks that. I can’t get the doctor or Trina to agree with me.

As I stand here, doing my leg exercises, Trina stands beside me holding her clipboard. It has been a good month, one filled with many sexual encounters between the two of us. I have kept to my word, of not mixing business with pleasure, but it hasn’t been easy.

Looking at her with her pink and purple polka dot scrubs, pieces of her hair falling out of its ponytail, and her makeup free face. I have to wonder what has come over me, she is not my usual type. Even in her silly scrubs, the signs of a hard day at work clear on her face, she still manages to get my dick hard as a rock.

“I don’t have any pain anymore, and these exercises don’t even phase me. When can I get a clean bill of health from you, and go back to work?” Although, I know that Trina will think that I’m trying to start an argument, that is not the case at all. I just want answers, ones that I can live with for once.

“Dallas, we’ve already had this discussion. It’s not up to me, it’s up to the doctor. Would it really be that bad to have to wait a bit longer? Or even to not be able to work there at all.” I can’t believe she is saying this shit. Yeah, we’ve discussed it, but I still haven’t heard what I wanted to hear, and she knows how important the club is to me.

“It’s not just up to the doctor, you have a lot of say in this too. He goes by your diagnosis, just as much as his own.” I don’t know what the holdup is, but I’m going fucking stir crazy being at home all the time. We still haven’t discussed the elephant in the room, of Trina not remembering me. But fuck it, we’re together now, so I’m not going to worry about that. Still, I have to wonder if she isn’t saying I can go back to work, because she isn’t comfortable with my job.

Walking over to her, I step as close as I can, without touching her, even though I want too. “Trina, you know you’re the only woman I want. Taking my clothes off for money, has nothing to do with the two of us. I won’t let it come between us, and I hope that you won’t either.”

We have discussed the club, and had many talks about her insecurities of me being around other women. She knows that it has many times, lead to sex, and I understand her concerns. I mentioned all that and talked to her about it, mainly to see if she’d mention the night we were together, but she never did.

Honestly, now my eagerness to get back to work has nothing to do with the women. It has more to do with money, and fucking boredom. I am tired of sitting around the house doing nothing.

Trina nods her head, and says, “I know, and I won’t let it. I’m trying my best to trust you, and it’s not that I don’t. It’s the other women I don’t trust. I know how they are and how they can be. They can be trifling bitches, and I don’t want to be caught off guard by one of them doing or saying something stupid.”

I watch out the corner of my eye, as the other therapist walks out of the room with his patient. “I think we need to discuss this further in the office.”

Trina shakes her head in denial, “No, I don’t think we do. You know as well as I do what will happen if we go in there together. We both agreed that sex wouldn’t happen here, we’ve done well with it so far, there’s no need in that changing now.”

She whispers toward the end, even though no one could possibly hear what she was saying. “I know what we agreed to, but hearing you get so defensive about me where other woman are concerned, turns me on more than you’ll ever know. I want to show you how much that means to me.”

Trina nervously looks around, before looking back at me. “Well what kind of person would I be if I turned down an offer like that. Just this once though! Don’t be thinking this is going to be a regular thing, and by no means, will this make me agree to the decision of you being ready to go back to work.”

She starts walking toward the office, and I follow behind her. “Whatever you say honey.” I mumble, knowing this is not the right way to get what I want. Honestly though, I wasn’t lying, I do want her. This really doesn’t have anything to do with her changing her mind about me and work. It’s more about the fact that she does trust me, and I want to thank her for that.

Stepping into the office, I shut the door behind me, turning the lock, before taking her into my arms. “I’m sorry to say, but knowing how hard my dick is, this is going to be hard and fast. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“As long as it’s with you, I’ll take it any way I can get it.” She answers, before pulling my head down to hers.

As soon as her lips touch mine, my tongue slips into her mouth. I make quick work of pushing her pants down her legs, while backing her the short distance to the desk. When the back of her legs touch the edge of the desk, I reluctantly pull my mouth away.

Kissing a path from her lips to her ear, I whisper, “You’re going to have to keep it quiet this time, if you don’t want anyone to know what we’re doing in here.”

Licking from the bottom of her ear, down to the curve of her neck, I can’t resist taking a little nibble. The soft moan she releases, lets me know how much she likes it. Pulling my mouth away, I reach into the pocket of my shorts and pull out a condom.

Laying it on the corner of the desk, I push down Trina’s panties, and put my arms under hers. Lifting her just enough to place her ass on the edge of the desk, I let go long enough to push down my shorts. Trina, kicks off her shoes, letting her pants and panties fall to the floor.

Normally I would strip her out of her shirt and bra, but now that her pussy is right in front of me, I want nothing more than to be inside it. Knowing that she is going to let me fuck her here, in her office, makes me want her even more.

I pick the condom back up, and quickly tear open the package, and take it out. Rolling it onto my hard cock, is somewhat of a struggle, almost painful even.

Finally getting the condom on, I’m ready to sink myself balls deep into her warm pussy, but her hand on my chest stops me. I look up at her, wondering what is wrong.

Giving me a little push, I take a step back, and she pushes herself off the desk. I have no idea what’s going on. Did she change her mind? I sure as fuck hope not.

I’m about to ask her, when she nudges me and points to the chair sitting in front of the desk. “There’s no way I’m risking you doing something to your leg. This time it’s my turn.”

She knows as well as I do, that it’s got nothing to do with my leg. She just wants to feel in control. I’m not going to complain, I didn’t mind the previous times that she’s rode my cock, so I’m not going to mind this time either.

Taking the few steps over to the chair, I quickly sit down, and watch as she walks over pulling her shirt over her head as she does. I didn’t think that my dick could get any harder, but I was clearly wrong. It is throbbing, as she straddles my legs.

Placing one hand on her hip, and the other around my cock, I slide the head through her slick folds a few times, before lining up at her entrance. Removing my hand, she eases down, slowly taking me in, until I’m buried deep.

The feel of her wrapped around me, is almost too much. Grabbing ahold of her hips, I hold her there for a minute, just reveling in the feel of her.

I loosen my grip, and she starts moving. Slowly at first, letting her body get adjusted to me being inside her. I watch as my cock slides in and out. Mesmerized by the vision before me, as she slides up to the tip and then slowly back down again.

I want to slam into her, to feel the way her pussy tightens around my dick, but I let her go at her own pace. Finally, after what seems like forever, she speeds up. Just a little at first, until I think she is intentionally trying to drive me crazy.

Her moans mix with the sounds of our bodies joining together, as she rhythmically rides my cock. I can tell that she is getting close, when her steady pace falters. Lifting one hand to the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine, consuming her moans.

Moving her hands from my chest, she wraps them around my neck, sliding her fingers into the back of my hair. Her pussy clamps down on me, and causes me to release a moan of my own. I feel a tightening of my own, and remove my hand from her hip. Stroking my fingers across her smooth skin, I don’t stop until I reach her swollen clit.

Giving it a few strokes, I feel as her legs start shaking and her pussy convulses around me. Grasping the hardened nub between my thumb and finger, I give it a hard pinch, swallowing her moans of pleasure as she comes on my cock.

Continuing on my assault of her clit, I pump into her a few more times, until I feel the familiar tingling that works its way up into my stomach. Pulling my mouth from hers, I look down, watching as I slide in and out. Giving one final thrust, I have to lean my head back and close my eyes, as I find my own release. The intense feeling is unbelievably better each time, that I’m with Trina.