Heels Together, Knees Apart, page 1
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Epilogue
Thank you
Also by Alex Grayson
About the Author
To all you kinky people with
forbidden and naughty fantasies… ;)
Blurb
He knew it was wrong, but he did it anyway….
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Charlotte was his patient. He was supposed to help her overcome her dirty need to flash unsuspecting men what she hides beneath her skirts.
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He tried. He really did.
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But then, she started taunting him during their sessions. She’d sit with her heels together and her knees apart, giving him naughty glimpses of what he secretly craved.
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It wasn’t long before he was one of the men she was giving a peepshow to.
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She just didn’t know it.
Chapter 1
BRYAN
I tap my pen on my desk and look up at the clock. Anticipation and excitement flow through my veins when I see the time. Three fifty-five. My favorite time of day on Thursdays. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment she walked out of my office last week.
I’m a sick bastard for wanting this, but it’s getting harder and harder to care.
“Dr. Erikson,” my secretary’s voice sounds over the speaker, “your four o’clock is here.”
I press the button. “Send her in, Maryann.”
I exit out of the patient file I was looking over and close my laptop. After grabbing a white legal pad and pen, I get up from my desk and go sit on one of the leather arm chairs in the middle of my office. Another chair just like it sits opposite, with a round coffee table between the two. Usually, I sit behind my desk while my patients use the leather couch. Not with her though. I sit in this chair while she sits across from me. I like it this way. It gives me an unencumbered view of her.
There’s a light tap on my door before it swings open. Maryann steps to the side, the door at her back, and a woman walks past her into the room. I keep my eyes on Maryann for the moment, not yet ready to look at the stunning woman beside her.
“Thank you, Maryann.”
“If there’s nothing else you need from me today, I’m going to head out.” She looks down at her watch. “Bonny’s plane should be landing in about thirty minutes.”
“That will be all. Tell Bonny I said hello.”
“Will do. See you tomorrow.”
After she closes the door, I take my first look in a week at the silent woman before me. Just like every time I see her, she takes my breath away. Straight, midnight-black hair, almond shaped, light-blue eyes, and a naturally tanned body any man would fall to his knees to worship. Today she’s wearing a deep-blue, long-sleeved, silk shirt, tucked into a black, knee-length skirt and black heels.
“Good afternoon, Charlotte.” I gesture to the chair across from me. “Please take a seat.”
“How are you today, Dr. Erikson?” she asks, dropping her purse on the table before gracefully sitting down. Her skirt rides up her leg when she crosses them, showing the side of her thigh. It takes iron will to not look at that tempting sliver of skin.
“I’m fine.” I click my pen open and set it down on the notepad. “How has your week been going?”
She lifts a slender shoulder. “The same as usual.”
Her usual is not the same as most people. It’s the reason she’s been coming here every week for the past six months.
“I assume the exercises we spoke about last week didn’t work?”
“No. I tried, but the impulse was just too strong.” She traces an imaginary line on the arm of the chair, her gaze following the movement. “I’m afraid I may not want to curb them. I think I enjoy what I do too much.”
I tilt my head and regard her. “If that’s the case, then why are you here? These sessions are supposed to help you learn to overcome these cravings.”
When her eyes connect with mine, she gives me the look she’s given me on several occasions that always has my heart hammering in my chest and my dick growing painfully hard. It’s a look that suggests she wants something. Wants something from me.
She uncrosses her legs, and the second before she re-crosses them, I think I catch a hint of black in the shadow up her skirt. I quickly avert my eyes, gritting my teeth at the forbidden sight. I pick up my pen and pretend to write something down on the notepad.
Get your shit together, Bryan.
Instead of answering my question, she asks one of her own. “What about you, Doctor? Do you have any dark, secret cravings?”
Her question catches me off guard. I do have a dark craving. A secret I’ve had for the past couple of months. One she can never know about, because I could lose my medical license. Not to mention it could end with a big fat restraining order against me.
I look back at Charlotte, and my mouth goes dry. Her skirt has ridden up way too much, showing the black strap to her garter belt. Did she lift it higher on purpose, or does she not realize she’s damn near flashing me?
I laugh internally at the irony of that thought.
Fuck my life.
I clear my throat and meet her eyes. “We all have secret desires.”
She lifts a brow. “Have you ever acted on them?”
I incline my head. “Yes.” Too many times to count, I silently add in my head.
“Hmm… interesting.” She props her elbow on the arm of the chair, one of her slender fingers rubbing along her bottom lip. “Care to tell me what those desires are?”
One side of my mouth tips up. “Have we reversed roles here, Charlotte? Are you now the doctor and I the patient?”
Charlotte looks gorgeous no matter what expression is on her face, but when she flashes me one of her flirtatious smiles, I swear to Christ the world around us ceases to exist. All I see is the curve of her luscious lips, and my only thought is how sweet they would taste.
“Maybe I’m just trying to get to know you better. Find out what makes you tick.” She drops her hand to her thigh, and my question from a moment ago is answered when her eyes stay locked on mine as she not so subtly slides her skirt up an inch. I try to keep my eyes away, I really fucking do, but it’s no use. “You know so much about me, but I hardly know anything about you.” She licks her bottom lip, teasing my control. “I’m curious what secrets you hold. What your desires are. What tempts you.”
She’s all of those things. She’s my dirty, little secret, my naughtiest temptation, and my desire for her grows every fucking week she walks into my office. I often wonder how much longer I’ll be able to hide my attraction to her.
I move my notepad to the center of my lap, hiding my growing erection. From the smirk tipping up her lips, I have no doubt she knows the state she’s putting me in.
“You’re not paying me to know my secrets,” I tell her, the rough edge to my voice just another clue giving away my state of arousal. Charlotte’s always been a bit of a flirt during our sessions, but she’s upped her game today. “Why don’t you tell me about your most recent experience?”
I should be shot in the goddamn head for asking that.
What in the hell are you doing, I ask myself. Apparently, I’m really into self-torture.
“Would you—” She’s cut off when her phone pings. Leaning forward, she grabs it from her purse. After checking the screen, she lifts her beautiful eyes to me. “I’m afraid I have to cut this session short. There’s something I need to take care of.”
Disappointment settles in my gut, but I mask it behind a smile. “I hope everything’s okay.”
She grabs her purse, slinging it over her shoulder, and stands. I get to my feet. “Thank you. It’s nothing serious.”
She walks toward me, not stopping until there’s only a few inches between us. Her delicious, citrusy scent engulfs my senses, playing havoc with my head and body.
Her eyes slide down my body, lingering at my waist for a moment before lifting them back up to meet mine. “I’ll see you next Thursday, Doctor Erikson.” Her voice is smooth like silk, but I notice a hint of huskiness.
“Until next week.”
She looks at me for a moment longer, her stare holding untold wants and desires, before she turns on her heel and walks out the door.
I blow out a breath and rub the back of my neck, massaging the tense muscles.
I’m damn glad Charlotte was my last patient of the day and that my office comes with its own bathroom.
Just like every Thursday, I’ll be spending the next fifteen minutes relieving the perpetual ache seeing her always causes.
Chapter 2
CHARLOTTE
I take a much-needed breath the minute I’m outside Dr. Erikson’s office and pray for a breeze to cool my heated flesh. This always happens after my sessions with my hot doctor. The man knows exactly what to do to set me on edge. And the kicker is, he doesn’t really do anything. All I need is a glimpse of him and my heartrate picks up, my stomach quivers, and my pussy gushes with want.
Pulling a hair tie from my purse, I stand on the sidewalk and pull my hair up into a messy bun, relieved to have the hot and heavy mass off my neck. I press the unlock button as I approach my car and climb inside.
I hated le aving my session early. Each week I milk every second I can with Dr. Erikson. To be called away is irritating, but my sister, Terri, texted and asked if I could pick up my niece from track practice because her doctor’s appointment ran late. Terri, her husband, Jamie, and their eighteen-year old daughter moved to Silver Falls a month ago. Luna, a senior, was understandably upset about leaving all of her friends behind to move several states over. In my brother-in-law’s defense, the company he worked for went bankrupt. The replacement job he found paid more and had better benefits. And although it was a big move for Luna, it was a bonus for me because the job was here in Silver Falls working for a friend of mine. It’s been nice having my sister and her family close by.
Fifteen minutes later, I pull up to the front of Silver Falls High and park. I shoot my niece a message to let her know I’m here and where I am. It takes her another five minutes before the school doors are pushed open and Luna, in her track outfit, walks out. An older man, probably a teacher, walks out with her. She spots my car and waves before turning to the man. I can’t see her face, but he hands her a book. Then she turns and walks away.
“Hey, kiddo,” I greet once she slides in the seat and closes the door. “Was that one of your teachers?”
“Yeah. Mr. Monroe. He teaches English,” she answers in her usual soft voice.
I put the car in drive and ease away from the sidewalk.
“What did he want?”
“I forgot the book we’re assigned to read in his class.”
“How’s school going?”
She shrugs. “It’s okay.”
I pull to a stop at a red light and look over at her. “Just okay?”
“Yeah.”
Concerned by her vague answer, I ask, “Are you sure?”
Her gaze slides to me before darting back to the windshield. I narrow my eyes when her cheeks begin to pinken.
“What’s going on, Luna? You can talk to me. Is there something happening at school?”
“No!” Her answer comes way too fast, which concerns me even further.
A blaring horn comes from behind me, and I press down on the pedal to move us forward.
Her voice is calmer when she continues. “I promise there’s nothing going on. Or rather, nothing I want to talk about, and nothing bad.”
I’m not really sure if I believe her, but there’s nothing I can do to make her talk to me. Luna has always been quiet and reserved. Good in everything she does and never causes problems.
I hate knowing there may be something bothering her. I make a mental note to call my sister this evening.
We pull up to my sister's modest-sized house a few minutes later. Before Luna can get out of the car, I stop her with a hand on her arm.
“If you ever need to talk, you know I’m always here. Even if it’s something you don’t feel comfortable talking to your parents about.”
She nods. “Thank you, Aunt Charlotte. And thanks for the ride. Dad said he’s picking my car up from the tire shop tomorrow.”
“It was no problem.”
She gets out of my car, and I watch as she walks to the front door. I wait until she closes it behind her before pulling away from the curb. On my way home, I stop by a Chinese restaurant down the road from my house and grab some take out. I hear the clack of nails on the wood floor as I slip my key in the lock of my front door. Holding my bag of food above my head, I prepare myself for being lovingly assaulted the minute I step over the threshold.
Not one to disappoint, Maxie pounces the moment she sees me. It wouldn’t be so bad if she wasn’t over half my size when she’s standing on all four legs. When she jumps on me, her head actually towers over mine. She’s a bullmastiff, so she’s huge!
“Hey, girl.” I rub the top of her head. “I missed you too.”
I found Maxie as a pup behind a dumpster a couple of years ago. She couldn’t have been more than four weeks old, and she was dangerously malnourished. I scooped her up and took her to the vet. I was in no position to have a pet during that time in my life, but there was no way I was leaving her behind. She looked too darn cute and way too sad with her droopy eyes. She’s been with me ever since.
“Come on. Let’s go get you some food.”
She drops her front paws from my shoulders to the floor and trots to the kitchen, knowing exactly what the word food means.
After setting my purse and bag of takeout down on the counter, I grab a can of wet dog food from the pantry and scoop some into her bowl, mixing in some dry food with it. She immediately begins devouring it. I wash my hands, pour myself some wine, then grab my own food and take it to the other side of the bar. As I shovel food into my mouth, I pull up my email on my phone. I always leave work early on Thursdays to go to my appointment with Dr. Erikson, so I check to see if I missed anything. Seems like all is currently right at work at the moment, which is a huge relief. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job at Thatcher, Beacon, and Associates, but I swear it seems like Brady Thatcher can’t do anything if I’m not around. Being an assistant to a lawyer is exhausting, especially one as busy as Thatcher.
Once I’m done with my food, I put away the leftovers in the fridge and take Maxie for a walk to do her business. Coming back inside a few minutes later, she heads straight for the big comfy dog bed in the corner of the living room and plops down with a sigh. I go to my bedroom and close myself in the bathroom. Plugging the tub, I start running warm water for a bath, throwing in a couple of bath bombs. A nice soak sounds heavenly right now.
I put on some soft music and light a few scented candles before I strip down and climb in the tub. With the overhead light off, the soft ambience of the candles, and the gentle melody coming from my phone, it doesn’t take long for me to relax. The warm water immediately soothes me, and I lean my head against the rim of the tub and close my eyes.
I’m half asleep and wrinkled like a prune by the time I get out and get dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. I go out to the living room and sit on the couch, deciding to catch up on some Eureka on Netflix for a few hours. My typical work day is me getting up at four-thirty in the morning, going for a run, with Maxie, then eating breakfast before getting ready for work. I like to be there before anyone else in case there are things that need to be done before the work day begins. That puts me getting into the office at six-thirty. Most nights, I’m in bed by nine, and tonight is no different.
I take Maxie for another walk before I lock down the house.
“Good night, Maxie.”
I give her a head pat as I walk by. She blows air out of her mouth as a reply.
Setting my alarm for four-thirty, I push the comforter down to the end of the bed and slip underneath the cool sheets. I’ve always been a hot sleeper, so comforters and I don’t mix. I close my eyes and let my mind drift.
It doesn’t take long before images of Dr. Erikson conjure in my head. I imagine him sitting in his chair across from mine in his office. He has one hand on his thigh, and he uses the thumb on his other to rub across his bottom lip. Instead of the perceived professional look he always gives me, his eyes are filled with desire as he runs them up and down my body. They stop on my skirt that’s ridden up a few inches.
“You want it, don’t you, Dr. Erikson?” I ask in my head. “You want what you think you can’t have.”
His eyes flare when he lifts them to me.
I continue my imaginary taunting and inch my skirt up my thighs.
“I dare you to take it. I dare you to lose control and take me.”
“I don’t need to take you,” he says, his voice a husky growl. “Why do I need to take something that’s already mine?”
I moan into the dark room as I slip my hand down my stomach and over my pussy underneath my shorts. My hips lift when I glide my fingers through my slick folds. What I wouldn’t give to have the real-life man here in my bed right now. I’ve never felt this kind of instant attraction for a man before. It’s so strong, it’s almost scary.
