Broken

CHAPTER TEN: A Collision of Stars

"A woman has to live her life, or live to repent not having lived it."

D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

He slid me around between his thighs and massaged my neck and back. I knew I should have stopped him from touching me, but his hands were like magic on my skin. His touch was skilled, gentle, and firm all at once. His female patients must love their eye appointments.

Slowly, I relaxed against him and let my head rest on his shoulder. His hands moved over every tight muscle and coaxed each one into relaxation. It smelled like spicy soap and something earthy that reminded me of warm spring mornings in the tobacco fields. His body wrapped perfectly around me, as if I belonged in that place.

I had become warm and pliant. He made me soft and vibrant as if every part of me that he touched were somehow glowing and warm. Evan turned off all my alarms one by one and left me open to take what he wanted. His fingers drifted to my n*****s and teased them lightly. I didn't slap him. Instead, I turned to him and silently offered myself to him. He pulled me onto his lap and his arms went around me.

As his fingers gently tugged the tips of my breasts, heat rushed between my thighs and all through my body. His mouth found mine and I met his kiss with innocent passion. His lips were soft and the pressure of his kiss was perfect. His tongue lightly explored my mouth at first, but slowly his kiss deepened. He made love to my mouth with his. I had never been kissed like this before. I wrapped myself around him. He tasted like peppermints and coffee.

His mouth left mine, first exploring the curve of my neck and then he brought my n****e to his mouth. His tongue flickered and sucked it at the same time. It was like electricity running through my veins. I began to understand why people said they were on fire. My head went back and I must have made some sort of sound because he brought his mouth quickly back to mine.

I didn't protest when his fingers slipped into my panties and dipped between my thighs to stroke me as he kissed me. He used one hand to tease my n****e while the other slowly circled me. He slid a finger inside me and he drew in a breath sharply.

Evan whispered over my lips, "Let me love you."

I was aching with a desire I had never experienced as he kissed me again. I didn't answer because I wasn't sure exactly what he meant. I didn't even think about what it meant. I only knew I didn't want him to stop.

It was like a dream when he slipped in front of me. He laid me back and peeled down my panties, kissing me as he did. He pushed my legs apart one at a time. He slid one hand smoothly underneath me to pull me to him. He knelt between my thighs to lick and suck me gently. His fingers worked like magic, sliding inside me and stroking the secret place that I didn't know existed until that moment. I started to cry out but he put a hand over my mouth. I was immobile, caught by the pleasure of his mouth and fingers. I came into his mouth so explosively that the room seemed to spin.

Opening my eyes, I saw him still there between my thighs, kissing me softly. I blushed furiously and sat up quickly. "You aren't supposed to touch me. I shouldn't have let you. I'm sorry."

I was humiliated. I let a customer seduce me! Not only did I let him touch me, but I also let him ... let him ... the horror was too much for me to contemplate. Oh, my god, what if he told one of the other girls? I began to scramble for my clothes. I had to get out of there.

He gently pushed me back with one hand. His other hand was still on my ass holding me, his magic fingers edging on my soft entrance. "Paige, please relax. I wanted to do that and I am honored you let me. It was the sexiest thing that I have ever done in my life. I want to do it over and over again. It's okay if you don't want to but please don't be sorry. I'm not." His voice was soft and sincere.

He continued to kiss between my thighs until I went limp again. I felt the same heat rushing through me as his tongue flickered over me. His fingers moved inside me, seeming to know exactly where and how to touch me. I came again, trembling and breathless.

He rose to place a gentle kiss on my mouth. I could taste myself on him. It was so sexy that I shuddered inside. His thick, long c**k pressed against the fabric of his shorts. The visible evidence of his desire for me only served to make me want him more.

I had never let a customer touch me and I hated most men being near me at all. This man was different. I wanted him desperately. I wanted more and that was unsettling. It was frightening.

I sat up and remembered where I was. Oh, s**t. I glanced at my wrist where normally my watch would be, but I had lost it when the clasp broke. Damn.

"What time is it?" I asked and then explained, "I lost my watch the other day and I have no idea how long we've been in here."

He checked his watch. We still had ten minutes to spare.

I started putting my clothes back on. He stopped me, kissing me softly. "Let me see you again. Please." I kept my eyes closed and didn't answer. I needed to think. Did I want this man near me again? The strength of my desire for him was overwhelming. It overcame my reasonable objections.

"I am here on Friday and Saturday nights. The rest of the week, I work the day shift except on Sunday. I don't work those." I opened my eyes to see him looking at me with hunger. I felt it sharply and my body ached in response.

I walked him out. He turned at the door and told me he would see me soon. I closed the door and leaned against it. A strange sense of relief and then longing filled me. I missed his smell, his hands, and his voice already. I wanted him to come back to me.

I heard the din of the club starting to fill with rough men and I slipped back into the Moonlight Room. His scent lingered. I sat on the sofa to breathe him in before all traces of him were gone.

My alarm bells belatedly rang in my mind. What the hell did I do? Did that just happen? That was insane. Was I the dumbest woman alive? I was an i***t. I had committed the enormously stupid mistake of giving a customer what he wanted.

The other girls had drilled into my brain: "If a customer gets what he wants, he never comes back." The rules were there for a reason. I had a strange sense of relief because I knew that I would never see him again. If I did, I would be a professional. No touching, magic fingers or not.

I brushed the incident aside and decided I would never think about it again. I went into the dressing room and repaired my makeup. I took out a baby wipe to clean myself and went back to work.