The Dark Under Light (Book #2 Masters of the Dark Series)

HER DESIRES

Richard turned out to have a limo that perfectly matched his narcissistic and egotistical personality. Emily watched him out of the corner of her eye as he thoughtfully watched the blurred movement of lights through the tinted window. Since they entered the vehicle neither of them had said a word, the silence was a constant reminder of how uncomfortable Emily felt sharing a private space with this man. What could she say to break the ice? Nothing. Emily Vargas could think of absolutely nothing to start a conversation because she had to face it - she was out of her comfort zone and Richard was to blame for her feeling like a fish out of water. Within her office, she dominated, she was the boss, others obeyed her, and her opinion mattered. In here, Richard was lord and master of everything around him. She excluded herself from that equation.

With a barely suppressed sigh she took into account everything in the limo. The carpeted black floor was warm under her shoes, the soft leather seats that cushioned her body at every angle, the dim cyan lights overhead, and finally the privacy screen that separated the two of them from the driver. She wondered if her patient had ever had s*x in this limo or if the means of transportation turned him on in any way. She had no experience in that realm, but she always wondered what it would be like to be caught in a car. Emily's problem remained that she still hadn't satiated this morning's lust and even though after Richard left her office, she furiously m*********d while thinking about him- she still felt the need to fall apart after a powerful orgasm. So, she began to fantasize again about the man who was sitting a short distance from her. She imagined crawling on the seat until she caught up with him and slid slowly onto the floor between his thighs. What else? She wanted to rub her cheek against Richard's growing, pulsing erection as he grabbed handfuls of her hair and forced her against him. She imagined Richard using her mouth as if it were her p***y; pounding away into her throat as if it were no tomorrow. She groaned throwing her head back in ecstasy completely forgetting where she was and with who she was with.

“Doctor?” she heard him call at her.

“Yeah?” she could barely speak now. It was amazing how excited and wet she was just by having a fantasy about him, no need to touch herself. “What is it?”

There was a knowing smile upon his face, and she felt sick with shame. This man knew exactly what was happening with her. “Are you feeling alright? Are you feverish?” He asked her with fake concern as he scooted closer to her. She was frozen there in her seat while panting hard. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I can’t! I can’t do this!” she squealed as she slid onto the floor and crawled to the other side of the limo, escaping from this man’s obvious advances. “I can’t see you this Monday, I’m sorry Mr. Thorn.” Done, she already said it. Again, she let him know that it would not be his doctor. Richard laughed but said absolutely nothing.

“What is it now? Is it because I make you nervous, Emily?” Her name sounded stubborn coming out of his mouth. It was strange. He bewitched her just by looking at her and he knew it. He knew perfectly well that it had a dangerous effect on her.

“Do you want me to be honest with you?” she cried out as she pressed her back against the door. She’d probably end up opening it by mistake and become a mess of limbs on the street.

“Of course.” He darted out his tongue to lick his bottom lip. “Tell me all about it.”

"Alright, I admit it!" she couldn't recognize her voice at how sharp it sounded in her ears. "This morning when you arrived, I was going to masturbate, and you interrupted me. Your arrival at my office interrupted my daily routine."

"Your daily routine?" Emily realized her mistake after he spoke, and all the color drained from her face. For Richard, her mortification turned out to be extremely amusing. "Do you masturbate every day in the morning?" he arched a questioning brow. "Emily, let me tell you, I find you fascinatingly delicious. That is precisely why you must continue to be my doctor!"

Emily started laughing like an i***t. A fit of laughter completely washed over her and when he asked her if she was alright, Emily only laughed even louder. Was this man crazy? Hadn't he listened to her when she told him that she couldn't continue being his doctor? It was neither ethical nor healthy for her to be fantasizing about f*****g a patient from the moment she met him. And that was today. It was not realistic. Nor was it a good idea to keep seeing him now that she had hung her rags in the sun. It may have been implicit for Richard but by the time she openly admitted this morning, she had sabotaged herself.

"Why do you want to end a professional relationship between us that has just begun?" he asked her then. When the laughter died, she realized that he was really very confused. "I've been working on the homework you left me, and I can't wait to finish it and talk about it on Monday."

“Seriously?” she couldn’t keep the astonishment out of her voice. “You have?”

“Of course.” He rolled his eyes at her as if she had made a dumb assumption. As if she doubted of his capacity of getting things done.

"Richard, look ... I'm going to be honest with you." she swallowed audibly. "I am attracted to you and it is not something I can control. You intrigue me as a man and as a patient. I feel that with you I can go very far, and I would love to continue ... exploring you." Emily couldn't be more sincere about her desires.

He became serious suddenly. There was an intensity in his eyes that made her shiver. Emily felt an ache between her legs that could only be eased if Richard took care of it. "As a patient or as a man?" he inquired leaning forward. “You said you feel as you can go far with me, but you weren’t specific about it.”

“As a patient.” She whispered. Somehow, she felt small under his penetrating gaze.

“I feel I can go very far with you, Emily. As my doctor and as a woman… I don’t know. I honestly am not interested in dating.”

“What are you interested in, Richard?” she found herself asking when the question would have been another. She should have said she had no interest in hearing more about this matter and to drop her anywhere under this pouring rain.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” an echo from the words he had spoken this morning to her. And the truth was, she wanted to know. She found herself wanting to know all the thoughts of this strange man, the object of her dirtiest and carnal desires.

“I do.”