There’s magic in the air in Fablestone tonight, but I don’t know why tonight is such a special night. It shouldn’t be. It’s just an ordinary night, but there’s something brewing that I can’t quite put my finger on. Somehow, everything has changed between Sabrina and me, and it’s happened quite in the blink of an eye.
As I look down at her now, she’s got fire in her eyes.
Passion.
Need.
I don’t know what she’s going through or what’s changed since our last appointment, but she’s hungry for something. She’s needy. She wants me.
And she kisses like a fucking goddess.
Maybe I should do the right thing and turn her down gently. Perhaps I should tell her that I’m sorry, but this just won’t work. It’s not the right time. It’s not the right place. It’s not...it’s just not any of those things.
The reality is that I’m not a nice guy, though, so I lift up the doctor and pull her into my arms.
“What are you doing?” She asks.
“Taking you home.”
“How far?”
“Not far.”
“Hurry.”
She buries her head in my shoulder as I make my way down the street from the bar. I don’t live more than five minutes away, but the walk seems to take forever. She doesn’t say a word the entire way, but it doesn’t matter because she’s touching me. I can feel her everywhere. Her hands are on my chest and neck and cheeks. She can’t seem to keep them to herself and that’s fine because I wouldn’t want her to.
I need this just as much as she does.
We both do.
I reach my home in record time – four minutes instead of five – and hurry instead. I close the door behind us and drop her to her feet. She kicks off her shoes and starts kissing me and pulling my clothes off. My roommate is nowhere to be seen, which is perfect because with Sabrina, I want to take my time. I want to make love to her over and over again. I want to lose myself in her.
And apparently, she feels the same way.
Who knew?
I had no idea that my very-serious, very-professional shrink was such a naughty girl, but I completely love it. I love all of this. When I walked into the bar, I wasn’t expecting anything at all. I thought I’d get a drink and leave, but this?
This is perfection.
I’m standing in just my boxers and she looks up at me with a smile.
“You should take those off,” she tells me.
I raise an eyebrow.
“Is that right?”
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, running her hands up and down my chest. “It would make me very, very happy.”
I cock my head, looking at her. For a second, I’m not sure what she’s doing, or why she’s talking to me this way, and then I realize that she’s trying to top me. She’s not a submissive partner in the bedroom. She’s either a top or a switch. Normally, that kind of play wouldn’t get me excited, but today?
Well, it’s been a long day, and all bets are off.
Maybe I should be willing to switch things up, at least a little. I don’t have to top her to have fun. I can let her be in control. Besides, it could be nice to just give the little minx everything she wants. My inner-tiger absolutely growls as she scrapes her nails lightly down my chest.
“What are you doing to me, Sabrina?”