“Yes. Monday it is,” I reply stiffly.

Juliet looks overjoyed by my response. “Okay, well, it was nice meeting you, Hunter. Awesome name, by the way,” she says with a playful wink, before re-inserting her ear buds and taking off into a slow sprint.

Hunter and I eagerly watch, mesmerized by how amazing her ass looks in those tight spandex pants.

Once she’s out of sight, Hunter mumbles, “That’s the nympho?”

“The one and only,” I reply with a sigh.

“Change of plans. Fuck finding her another doctor. Send her my way. Make up some excuse as to why she needs to buy stocks.”

I don’t reply and only shake my head because I know once Monday rolls over, I’m a goner.

As we wait in silence for Marie and Ralph to hurry up and buy their damn pretzels, Hunter lightheartedly mutters, “It’s a lot about sex, you lying bastard.”

5

Good vs Evil

DIXON

Another uneventful weekend has passed where I stayed indoors and steered clear of all females. Bumping into Juliet on Friday night has thrown me, because I can’t stop thinking about her. What I told Hunter was true. Yes, I am ridiculously attracted to her, but it’s not just the physical attraction. She really does intrigue me.

Although I’ve been lost in my Juliet spell, I haven’t forgotten about another woman I found just as intriguing as Juliet. Madison. It’s uncanny that I have met two women in the span of a week. I say uncanny because I couldn’t even find one woman after Lily who remotely sparked my interest, but now I have two.

These two women are polar opposites, yet I find myself attracted to both. From the brief minutes spent with her, I could tell Madison was sweet, innocent, and pure. But Juliet, there’s nothing sweet nor innocent about her. They truly represent the stereotypical devil and angel icons.

“Dr. Mathews, Ms. Harte is here to see you. She’s a little early. Is it okay to send her in?” Susanna says through the intercom, jolting me from my thoughts.

Taking a deep breath, I push down on the button. “Thank you, Ms. Vale. Please send her in.”

Looking at the clock on my laptop, I see that Juliet is fifteen minutes early, and knowing this sly vixen, there’s a reason why. I remain seated as the door opens, and in strolls the devil.

Juliet looks out-of-this-world hot, and irony has once again decided to play with my emotions, as she’s wearing a bright red dress, totally dressed for her hellish part.

“Ms. Harte,” I address her, clearing my throat.

She knows I’m checking her out, but she doesn’t shy away—she simply reaches around her lithe torso and locks my door. Turning around to meet my stunned eyes, she grins, her glossy lips looking good enough to eat.

“Ms. Harte?” I repeat, attempting to sound stern, but I’m so pathetically turned on, my voice betrays my awakening.

“May I call you Dixon?” she calmly says, taking a small step toward me.

“I don’t think 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 do that, the vision of watching her touch herself is far more appealing than me helping her along.

Her shallow breaths tell me she’s close, and as she unsteadily leans further back, needing to gain deeper access into the cavern of her body, I do the only thing a gentleman can do. I wrap a firm hand around her waist and anchor her so she can really reach her climax with no restrictions. The moment we make contact, she groans in the back of her throat and tosses her head back, her eyes shut tight. She extends one hand behind her, resting it on my desk for extra support, while the other never ceases from the frenzied movement inside her thong. Her hips pump forward violently as she almost attains her goal.

It’s nearly too much, and I just about come in my pants like a pubescent teenage boy. But I refuse to look like an inexperienced child and blow my load just by watching Juliet touch herself. I dig deeper into her waist, my fingers betraying how turned on I am by watching this wicked sight before me, and my firm pressure sends Juliet wild. As her frantic rhythm becomes untamed and wild, she unexpectedly falls onto her back, as the hand supporting her slips out from under her.