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are so sure you can fill my every need?”
    He raised a brow as if to say “Are you kidding?” but humored me. “Violet, I am far from the adventurous man I once was, but even being half that man, I can get the job done.”
    “Wow, that’s quite a bold statement. And will you be monogamous as well?”
    A sharp nod was his answer. He gave me a heartbeat to absorb then said, “Take off your dress.” When I hesitated, he started in, “Don’t fear me, Violet. I never do a thing to hurt a woman, this is about pleasure. I don’t want you to feel anything but safe with me.”
    I was up in seconds, bared to him. I stood naked before a man I had met only minutes earlier. I had to admit, it was hot and the part of me that protested what was left of my innocence was being beaten down by my determination. He appraised me carefully, studying my every curve, taking in my chest, letting his eyes drift to the swollen wet mess between my thighs.
    “You’re wet now.”
    “Yes,” I breathed, barely able to control the tingle escaping my every pore.
    “Come here,” he said, turning in his chair to point to the empty space beside him. I walked over slowly, standing inches from him between his parted legs as my body begged for his touch.
    “Spread your legs.” I parted my legs as he studied my sex. He took a single finger and skimmed the surface, covering the tip of my clit as I cried out. My nipples peaked as I watched his eyes wander back up to mine.
    “You are absolutely beautiful. Go get dressed,” he said, dismissing me, turning back to face the door in his chair.
    My heart sank, my sex screamed and my mouth let out an immediate protest. “But I thought—”
    “Trust me,” he said, his jaw clenching tightly. What the hell was going on here? I had barely stepped into my dress, frustrated and furious when his next question came. “Are you on birth control?”
    “Yes,” I clipped tightly.
    “Make an appointment with your OB, get a full screen and come back in a week.”
    “And just why the hell would I do that?” I snapped, zipping up my dress and catching his eyes watching it happen.
    “Because I only fuck bare.” His voice was dangerously low. My pulse picked up as I watched him closely. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes told me that I wasn’t alone in my frustration. He spoke quickly. “I’ll have the same results when you come back. Also, I’ve had a vasectomy, but I prefer you keep your method as well.”
    “This is all very clinical right now,” I said, crossing my arms. “But I can totally appreciate what you are saying. I…was worried…you know, about this kind of thing. Do you do this often, you know…” How did I ask if this was the norm? When he didn’t answer and continued to watch me, I tried a different approach.
    “What’s in this for you?” I asked as he stood and came toward me quickly and with purpose. I was flat against his office door in seconds, his eyes burning into mine, my palms flat at my sides. He gently grazed his erection along my stomach and I gasped at the bulge. I felt even more warmth spread in my panties. I would be sliding in my leather car seat on the drive home. He stood, his arms braced on either side of my head, and said nothing. I became uncomfortable and couldn’t control my panting.
    “I think we both know what’s in it for me,” he whispered, now an inch away from my lips. “One week, Violet.”
    He leaned in, brushing his lips on my neck, and I arched my back, begging for more. I stood in front of him, about to burst with need, my chest rising and falling, my eyes pleading. He turned the knob behind me and I followed his cue, walking out completely deflated as I looked back at the closed door. One week, just one week and that man’s mouth would be on me, his hands touching me, not to mention what that hard bulge silently promised. I shivered with anticipation; every step back to my car was agony. I needed release. I let my head fall on the seat