Page 72 of Goalie Secrets

He is a terrible actor, but I can’t help but laugh. He closes the door when I nod. It only takes two strides to get behind my desk, where we embrace.

Within one second of his entrance, we’re kissing. There’s no denying that I want this as much as he does. Seeing Jeremy in the arena’s treatment room, eyes filled with yearning, it took everything to keep myself from acknowledging him with a glance or a touch. But I couldn’t take the chance. We have to be better when we’re in front of people. We need to practice.

A wickedly tempting idea dawns on me. Before I can change my mind, I push Jeremy away.

“Sit down,” I order.

His brow rises with blatant interest. He sits down.

“Put your hands behind your back.” My voice cracks slightly because I’m a little breathless.

His jaw tightens and his Adam’s apple bobs.

“Don’t you trust me?” I ask sternly. His lips quirk up in a sly smile. With no argument, Jeremy puts his hands behind his back.

“Very good,” I rasp. Using exercise bands, I tie his hands together. Jeremy wiggles in his seat, trying to free his growing cock from the constrictions of his sitting position.

“Are you OK, Mr. Lopez?”

“Yes, thank you for asking,” he says in pretend seriousness. “I’m here to do whatever you tell me, Dr. Kapur. Please proceed.”

“Such a model patient,” I coo. “I need you to be very quiet.”

He nods.

“Remember when we talked about practicing restraint?”

He nods again but slower this time. Jeremy licks his lips. I see the tension of his neck because he’s striving for release. I’mhardly capable of tight knots. His neck muscles are stiff from the effort to keep still.

“The next time I work on your body, I want you to imagine that your hands are tied behind your back. Can you do that?” While I’m speaking, I’m undoing the top button of my dress shirt.

“Vanya.” He growls my name too loudly.

I stop my slow undressing. Jeremy remembers his promise to be quiet.

“Yes. Yes, I can.”

“Good boy.” I continue my seduction, revealing the top of my breasts and leaning forward so my cleavage is at his eye level. His mouth opens but no words come out.

“When I do this,” I say while rubbing his shoulders and leaning closer so my nipples are inches from his lips, “you need to keep still. You need to take everything I give you while remaining perfectly still.”

“Fuuck, you’re killing me.”

I run my fingers up his neck and tilt his head so he’s looking up at me. God, he’s so sexy like this, coiled strength and tortured lust.

“On the contrary, I’m here to help you get better. Don’t you want to get better?”

I can hardly believe what’s coming out of my mouth. Where did this role-playing seductress come from?

Someone give her the code of medical ethics!

I turn off the judgy, censoring part of my brain. In this sliver of time, I want to push the boundaries of seduction, to stoke desire to a frenzy. In the last few weeks we’ve spent together, we’ve discovered not only pleasure, but also trust.

There’s a special thrill in the game we’re exploring, one where the taboo of a doctor-patient relationship has no bad consequences. There’s nothing wrong or dangerous in thefantasy we’re acting out. We’re two lovers who want to experience each other in a hundred different ways.

“Are you going to do what I tell you?” I prompt.

“I’ll do anything for you,” he declares. The sincerity in his tone gives me pause. But before I can investigate the implications, Jeremy licks his lips.