“It is my job, you know.”
“And you enjoy it so much.”
“I do.”
He gave her a mock glare over the rim of his glass. “I think there must be a little sadist in therapists.”
“You think?”
She expected there to be some tension between them, uncomfortable silences. And maybe that was on her—her own fears about what she thought might happen after she slept with him.
There was none. They’d had a fun morning and were at ease with each other.
So much for her worries.
When they got back to the house, she washed up and changed into her workout clothes. Garrett was in the gym when she got there, sitting on one of the benches, ice pack already on his shoulder.
She leaned against one of the machines. “Doing my job for me now?”
He looked down at the ice pack then back up at her, giving her a knowing smirk. “I think I’m familiar enough with the routine now.”
“Is that right? Maybe you don’t need me anymore.”
“Oh, I need you, all right. I have an ache.”
From the look he gave her, she knew exactly what kind of ache he was referring to, and it had nothing to do with his shoulder. Heat speared her, need coiling low in her belly. She came toward him. “Is that right? Tell me where you hurt.”
He put his hand between his legs. “Right here. Do you think you can do anything to make me feel better?”
She straddled him, the hard ridge of his erection pressing up against her quivering *. “Oh, I can definitely make you feel better.”
He grasped her hips and rocked her against him, drawing her quivering * against his shaft. She licked her lips and laid her hands on his chest. “I could come like this,” she said, her voice lowering as desire flushed through her nerve endings.
Garrett figured there was nothing better than a beautiful woman getting herself off on his cock. Having Alicia writhing fully clothed on his lap had gotten him from semi-hard to fully erect in a matter of seconds. He’d been thinking about her while he’d put on the ice pack. She’d looked hot today on the golf course. He’d never found golf sexy at all until he’d played with Alicia. She was competent in her swing, and it didn’t hurt that she’d worn those capri pants that showed off her toned calves. Plus, he let her walk ahead of him so he’d gotten an awesome view of her great ass as she moved with confidence through the course.
Who knew that golf would get him hot? But having her sit on him like this was definitely melting the ice pack on his shoulder.
He shrugged off the pack and drew Alicia against him for a kiss that rocked him all the way to his balls. She was fully into it, slipping her fingers into his scalp to tug on his hair. It gave him chills and made his cock as hard as the metal bars he lifted here in the gym.
But then she moved away from him and dropped to her knees.
“Slide your legs over,” she said, looking up at him.
He sat forward and swept his legs over the side of the bench, laying his feet flat on the floor. Alicia shouldered herself between them, then tugged on his sweats, drawing them and his boxers down and off.
His balls tightened as she grabbed hold of his cock and began to stroke it from base to tip, never once drawing her gaze away from his face. He leaned down and kissed her again, brushing his lips against hers, coaxing her to open for him. Her lips trembled, her excitement clear.
God, that turned him on. He dipped his tongue inside, licking and tasting her until she pulled back.
“Let me taste you,” she said, rolling her thumb over his cockhead.
He shuddered, then leaned back and laid his palms flat on the bench, giving her access to him. He was riveted, watching her as her tongue slid between her lips. He found himself swallowing, his throat dry as he anticipated her next move.
She licked the underside of his shaft, starting at the base until she got to the tip. Then she covered his cockhead with her lips and flicked her tongue over it.
He couldn’t hold back the groan of sheer pleasure. He’d never felt so hard or so ready to shoot a load of come. He ached with the need for it, and when she shifted, then took him deep into her mouth, he let out a curse.
She had him. She owned him, and he’d give her anything as long as she kept sucking him like that, bathing him with her tongue and covering his dick with her sweet, hot mouth.
He swept her hair to one side so he could watch her cheeks hollow as she clamped her lips together and increased the pressure, bobbing up and down on his shaft until he dug his feet into the carpet and held on. Sweat beaded and rolled down his back as he thrust against her mouth.