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that would be wise. I’m your doctor,” I reply, my eyes briefly dropping to her cleavage.
    “I thought about you last night,” she confesses with a grin.
    I calmly nod, ignoring my rampant libido. “It’s not unusual for one to think of their doctor when they start treatment. Therapy evokes new feelings in everyone.”
    Without pause, she shakes her head and evenly states, “No. I thought of you while touching my pussy.”
    Holy…shit. I nearly fall out of my seat at her confession. I’m beyond stunned, but more so, I’m incredibly turned on by her sexual aggression.
    “I was imagining it was your hand fingering me, coaxing my body to come. I think your fingers could make me come with a single touch,” she declares, licking her wet bottom lip as she takes another step toward me.
    I really should be backing away from her, demanding she get out of my office, as this is utterly unethical. But if I stood, my hard-on would really make my Good Samaritan act void.
    “Ms. Harte.”
    “I thought I told you to call me Juliet,” she purrs with seduction.
    “Well, when you’re in my office, I think it’s best we stick to formalities. Now please, would you be so kind as to unlock my door?” I say, barely holding onto whatever wisdom is animating me right now.
    “I may be in your office, Dr. Mathews,” she replies, “but we’re technically off the clock. I mean, my session doesn’t start for another thirteen minutes. Couldn’t we just be Dixon and Juliet for those thirteen minutes? Not doctor and patient?”
    No, we most positively should not be Dixon and Juliet, because Dixon wants to violently clear his desk and throw Juliet onto it while he fucks her into next week. But my resolve is slowly slipping away and Juliet can see it.
    I want this woman more than I want air itself, but I have a feeling that if I let her in, she’ll destroy me. She’ll consume every part of my entire being, and I don’t want to lose myself that way ever again.
    “Dixon,” she moans, gliding a hand down her body.
    I visibly swallow, my eyes not believing what they’re witnessing as her fingers begin lifting the hem of her dress until it bunches mid-thigh. All that creamy, supple skin on display has my dick punching a hole through my pants, but I try my best not to give in.
    “Do you want me to show you how much I want you?” she asks, her big blue eyes widening in yearning.
    I refuse to reply, because yes, fuck yes; I want to see everything she has to offer. So I remain mute, as this is totally Juliet’s show.
    She saunters over and rounds my desk, while I push back in my chair, leaving room for her small frame to fit between me and the desk. The movement has revealed my tenting erection, and Juliet’s eyes smolder with the sight.
    “I knew you’d be big. Watch me.”
    That’s definitely not going to be a problem, as I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
    Juliet leans back and presses her ass against the edge of my desk as she slides her dress up until it bunches around her waist. I’m instantly hit with her smell of desire, and I almost come in my pants at the mouth-watering scent. Her tiny black thong barely covers her pussy, and as she slips her fingers inside, I can appreciate the phrase “less is more.”
    Tiny moans escape her parted lips as she seeks refuge inside herself, and my eyes remain transfixed on the jerking movements her hungry fingers are making as she begins pleasuring herself.
    “Hmm…I’m so wet,” she pants, and I swallow hard. “Here, let me show you.”
    Before I can object, Juliet removes her fingers and reaches forward, rubbing her pointer along my bottom lip. A knowing grin spreads across her lips as she watches me struggle with my self-control. My tongue instantly darts out, lapping up what Juliet so kindly offered, and the mere taste is enough to have me salivating in need. It takes all my diminishing willpower not to bury my face between her legs and take over. As much as I want to