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for a second you’d listen, I’d order you home for a nap right now.”
    She wondered why he glanced away when he spoke. Was he lying about being upset? Before she could ask, he continued.
    “Let’s try a little test. If you can’t see it through, you can quit at any time. All you have to do is say you’re done and we’ll stop with no repercussions. Look at me, Becca.”
    She met his stare. His eyes shone with tenderness and understanding.
    “I realize we’ll be pushing the boundaries of your comfort and experience. I promise you, I won’t hurt you or force you to do anything you don’t want. You know that, don’t you? In fact, I’m willing to pay you for your participation regardless of whether or not you finish the study. I won’t allow money to be a factor in your decision.”
    This was the familiar Dr. Foster. Her foolish discomfort evaporated. After all the kindness he had shown her, how could she think he would be mad over one tiny slipup? She’d never before met anyone she admired so much.
    Picking up his favorite fountain pen, he twirled it between his fingers as he contemplated her proposal.
    “Let’s be clear. I want you to participate. I think you would be an excellent candidate. However, I’ll only accept your request if this is something you choose to do of your own free will. I want you to do this for yourself. I think it’ll be an enlightening experience for you, though also probably one of the most difficult assignments you’ve ever had. There are no books to study for the answers here. They have to come from within you.”
    Of course, he understands. I need this. Her inability to overcome her shyness and articulate the real reason she wanted to join the experiment underscored her convictions. She could never reach her full potential as a sexual therapist when she remained so out of touch with her own desires. This experiment, and Dr. Foster’s invention, could be the answer. Her cure.
    “So, Becca, what will it be?” Leaning back in his chair, Kurt steepled his fingers over his trim abdomen while he considered her. He paused, giving her a moment to mull things over. The space should have been a relief but his self-assured posture compelled her to accept.
    “Will you be my subject?”
    Rebecca gasped beneath the intensity of his stare, so persuasive it drew her in until his regard consumed her consciousness. She could detect his rich male scent, so strong and spicy in this room, and she shivered in response. Before she knew it, an answer escaped her lips.
    “Yes, Doctor. I’m yours.”

Chapter Two
    As Kurt thought about things to come, the sharp teeth of the zipper on his slacks started to dig into his rock-hard cock. Thankful for the bulky desk, which hid the evidence of his desire from Becca, he soaked in the contrasts of her nature while she perched as prim as a Sunday-school teacher on the chair before him.
    Petite, with brilliant green eyes, she made a striking image. The aura of responsibility and somberness surrounding her aged her beyond her mid twenties in direct contrast to her dewy appearance. Several shades of color ranging from chocolate brown to blazing red entwined in the lustrous stands of her hair. It was a look many women tried to procure from a salon but failed to match with half the vibrancy of Becca’s natural shades.
    As usual, she dressed conservatively. She wore a black, skirted suit with a double-breasted jacket buttoned all the way to the top despite the heat wave scorching the city. When he surveyed her, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, blocking the caress he longed to bestow. He imagined her nipples hardening beneath that damned jacket. The boxy garment might as well be a suit of armor considering its bulk and the lush curves it obscured. His gaze continued to roam over her, inching along to her feet, saving the best for last.
    The moment each morning when he discovered which shoes she wore had become the highlight of his day.
    It always made