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and slid off the table. Still shaking, she put her clothes back on and walked back up to the lobby and the little window. Despite the ecstasy she’d experienced, instinct railed at her to flee out the back door and never come back.
    Something far more insidious inspired her to stop.
    “I have an appointment open at ten tomorrow,” Darby said and then innocently chewed the tip of her ink pen.
    The gesture attracted Avery’s attention to the nurse’s full, soft lips and her own mouth went cotton dry. “Ten would be perfect.”
    Darby filled out an appointment card and handed it to her patient. Avery stuck the card in her bag and then muttered an awkward goodbye before disappearing out the back door.
    Letting out a sigh, Darby buried her face in her hands. Oh God. She’d crossed the line. She never—ever—should have allowed herself to be so intimate with Avery. Touching her and helping her find release while undergoing a procedure was one thing. It was what they’d agreed to. But eating her pussy?
    “Fuck,” Darby cursed aloud. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
    She licked the tip of her tongue across her lips, tasting the sweet nectar from Avery’s sex. When she’d been on the table, her blushing folds had opened like a butterfly’s wings, revealing the moist, pink flesh inside. Darby’s stomach tightened. She squeezed her thighs together. Even through the gloves, she’d felt the velvety tissues gripping her fingers, welcoming the invasion.
    Lord have mercy, she hadn’t been able to resist burying her face in that sweet pussy, of breathing in Avery’s soap-and-water-feminine fragrance. She’d seemed so guarded and defenseless on that table, with her long brown hair cascading across the stark-white pillowslip and those pink lips puckered in a perfect pout. Darby had only wanted to soothe away the fear emanating from Avery’s wide, hazel eyes.
    Darby certainly didn’t want to get involved in another relationship with a patient . If she’d maintained her distance with Marissa, maybe they’d still be together. Darby ached at the memory of her lover. It had broken her heart when Marissa left. A six-month stint of anti-depressants hadn’t helped. Neither had dating normal women. They’d all wondered about the little clinic in the back of her house and when she ventured to explain its purpose, they’d avoided her, unfriended her on the social networks and even blocked her emails.
    For Darby, giving was second nature. She didn’t know how to not seek out the heady mixture of compassion and control she exerted when she had a patient on the table. Because the only real long-term relationship she’d ever had revolved around the fetish, she felt lost without it.
    She’d hoped to fulfill her need by helping Avery—not by trying to turn a straight woman gay.
    After today, though, she wasn’t so sure Avery was exactly straight. Her response to having her breasts kissed and her pussy devoured indicated Avery, at the very least, had an open mind.
    Darby breathed in, the mere action of drawing a breath enhancing her arousal. Her clit swelled and throbbed against the cotton crotch of her panties. Absentmindedly, she spread her legs and brushed her fingertips over her aching flesh. Even through her clothes, the touch was electric.
    She closed her eyes and visualized Avery’s beautifully blushed pussy lips parting to reveal the juicy core within. Darby had ached to taste the forbidden fruit, to pleasure her patient in myriad ways.
    Avery’s particular brand of vulnerability—her complete surrender to the erotic examination—had caused Darby to want to gather the woman into her arms, to kiss her and comfort her.
    She slid her fingers under the band of her panties and massaged her clit. Her legs shook and she rocked in her chair. The need to come burned hot. Leaning slightly forward, she rubbed with furious intent, shuddering as sensation budded and then blossomed, unfurling through her limbs, causing her to writhe in her