Therapeutic Relations (3 page)

“Bite me!” he growled, holding her close, but not breaking his stride. He wanted more.

Deeper, tighter. He wanted to be so far inside her he no longer knew where she began and he ended. Cliché as hell, but nonetheless true.

“What?” Tanya looked down at him, all gorgeously disheveled and glassy eyes.

Oh, to put that look on her face very night! It was so much more than he had ever fantasized about, jacking his dick until it hurt. Nothing could compare to the real vision of the woman of his dreams looking at him with eyes clouded with passion. And he had done that to

her, not her ex, or any other man. He was the one who had given her multiple orgasms in such a short time. Oh, fuck yeah, life was sweet.

“Bite me, like I just bit you.”

Heaven love her, she didn’t even hesitate. Fastening her sharp little teeth on his shoulder, she bit down, hard. Takashi concentrated on the small pain to keep him from going over the edge. The sound of the slapping of skin against skin, the pungent smell of love making heavy in the air, it was quickly becoming too much. Smoothing his hands up and down her sweat slickened back, he knew he would have to let go soon. He was determined to hold on as long as he could – until he could stand no more. She was rocking hard against him, answering him stroke for stroke. He wanted her on her back, on her knees. Hell, there was no way he could ever even contemplate being with another woman again. Not after this.

When the quivers of her body started once again, he knew he was a goner. His balls tightened, squeezing unbearably tight. When she clamped down on his cock, much, much more forceful than before, it was over.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he yelled out in chorus with her broken cry. “Yeah, baby, just like that! Come all over my cock.”

All careful coordinated rhythm flew out the window. Takashi was like a mad man, banging into her as deep as he could possibly go for all he was worth. He hoped and prayed he wasn’t hurting her, but he couldn’t stop. Even as he began to flood her passage with his cum, he couldn’t stop pistoning in and out. It was so damn good!

“Not enough,” he snarled, throwing her down on the divan and bringing her legs to rest on his shoulders.

He might have just come, but he wanted more. He had to have more. He was still rock hard and throbbing, wanting desperately to stay inside. If she said no, he would back off. It would have been damned hard, but any indications she didn’t want this just as bad had to be said right away. He would have stopped. Instead, she lifted her hips, grinding down on him in greedy little circles. His eyes rolled back in his head. Surely, he had to have been born under the luckiest star in the universe. So passionate, so perfect, and all hidden. He would walk taller every day forward knowing he had opened this door for her. Knowing without a doubt karma had decreed her all his.

Grabbing her plentiful buttocks, Takashi plowed into her, determined to make her scream just one more time. Perfect. Her back arched just right, those fabulous nipples pointing directly at him. He needed to taste them. He needed them inside his mouth like yesterday! Letting her legs fall to his waist, he leaned down to feast on those magnificent globes.

“So beautiful, so perfect. I love you so much, baby. I need this, I need you.” He truly hadn’t meant for the declaration to slip past his lips, but it was easy to lose his head.

All too soon, he felt the telltale shudders race through Tanya’s body. He tried to steel himself against what he knew was coming, but it was impossible. Her pussy clamped down like a vibrating vice; he was powerless against her.

“Takashi! Oh, shit! Tak, I can’t, I can’t…” “Let it go,
kanojo
. Let me feel you.”

It was far too late to stop it, he wanted to enjoy every second.

Together, the crashed over the edge again, clinging to each other, skin to skin, heart to

heart.

Even before drifting back to earth, one disturbing thought snaked through Takashi’s consciousness. As soon as Tanya came to her senses, she would want to run. She would run from this, and what they both knew what this night meant. She would fight him and the change in their relationship with every fiber of her being. He was going to have on hell of a fight on his hands. Luckily, she couldn’t run away from their partnership. Not that she would, but she would try to place walls between them in every other way she could.

This was destined to be one hell of a fight, but Takashi was more determined now than ever before to win his woman. He was no fool. A connection like this just didn’t come along more than once in a lifetime. Most people went through life never knowing true fulfillment – mentally, emotionally, and physically. They settled for two of the three and hoped for the best.

He would get Tanya to see she never needed to settle again. They were perfect for each other; all she had to do was let go of her insecurities and doubts and believe. He wasn’t about to take no for an answer, not after tonight. Settling next to her on the divan, he pulled her close, listening to the deep steady breathing that declared her to be asleep. Tomorrow was Saturday, so there was no fear of the staff finding their bosses naked and entwined. Tomorrow and all the troubles it would bring would come soon enough.

He had just better be on his toes when it came. One thing was for damn sure, Tanya was his. She would fight him, she would deny him, deny this. Too bad she had no idea just how stubborn
he
could be. Tanya was going to find herself answering to the name of Tanya Nakamura very soon. Smiling, he allowed his body to rest and fall into a light slumber, holding his precious prize close. Yes, life was unquestionably, undeniably sweet.

Chapter Six

“Oh, hell,” Tanya whispered through a thick gauze of cottonmouth. She rose up on one elbow, shielding her eyes against the soft glare of early morning slipping between the blinds.

Dust motes swirled in the beams of sunshine, dancing in their glee and bliss. A sense of disorientation rippled through her before it all came rushing back in a flood of crystal clear clarity. Emotions, flashes of skin and echoing shrieks of deep, hardcore fucking all on the sensual divan she now rested.

“Goodness!”

She bolted up and managed to loosen Tak’s rather stiff embrace. He clutched her as if she was precious cargo, a treasure he was loath to be parted from. With a careful glance over her shoulder, she spied Tak’s leveled breathing, a soft smile on his face, his delicious body bearing her sole bite mark. She blushed, heat rushing to her cheeks at the animalistic act. Without thinking, she carefully removed his hand and eased quietly off the divan relishing one last velvety caress. The next time she entered his office, she’d stand. Her memories remained invisibly traced all over the furniture. Each time she gazed upon it, her heart would race, her clit would beat wildly, and her nipples would pucker. This she knew without doubt.

Moving across the room as quietly as possible, she began snatching up articles of hastily discarded clothing. She found her purse, right where she left it beside the divan next to the neat set of shoes. Redressing went smooth and swift and in a matter of moments, Tanya stood in the doorway pretty much in the same fashion in which arrived – at least on the outside.

In her heart, her body, and her mind would never be the same. She admitted that much to herself. Tak’s soft, sensual snores caught her eyes and like a magnet, they went directly to the sleeping god. Her fantasy made real, Tak had everything she wanted in a man – last night sealed

it. But she knew without doubt, he couldn’t have wanted her for the long haul. Last night had been a bout of pity on his behalf, a friend helping another out. A physical version of a pep talk. Nothing more. Her eyes traced his tight tanned buttocks, across the well-sculptured back and the lean calves. Her stomach burned with the tendrils of desire once more.

I’ve got to get out of here. How am I going to face him in the morning come Monday knowing full and damn well what wonders he kept tucked into his boxers? Still, he’s my best friend! Sure, it felt wonderful, and I know I’m never going to feel like that again, but, but… this can’t happen. I know Tak felt pity for me. He’s my BFF, but I can’t allow him to do that again, to try to make me feel better. He’s a sex therapist for Christ’s sake. It’s his job to get people over their humps. He just took a little hands-on approach with me because he knows me.

Tak stirred on the divan, and she witnessed him patting the spot where she had been. Her breath caught in her throat. If he woke up… what would she say? Do? Act? Yes, she earned a medical degree, but making hasty decisions without all the information could lead to serious consequences. That’s why it took her so long to divorce Dave.

I need to think about this.

Not daring to look any longer, Tanya put her hand on the doorknob. Hoisting her purse strap tight against her shoulder, she scraped the passion mark Tak inflicted on her. Still tender, she hissed at the sting of pain, and automatically her stomach tightened.

“Tanya?” she heard him call. Her body answered at once, nipples stiffening at the sound of his voice, and her clit tingling for more of his mouth. “Tanya?”

She pushed through the door with all the restraint she had remaining and fled. After two steps, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Suffocating, Tanya bolted down the hallway. She stopped trying to be careful or polite. The vacant office remained so and she ran, heart

hammering inside her chest as if protesting her escape down the corridor, by her office, and out the exit doors. Cheeks hot with shame, Tanya slowed to a trot through the lower level exit doors and into the parking garage. Parked next to Tak’s BMW sat her sleek, ivory two-door Lexus coup. Theirs were the only two cars, Tanya swallowed, not liking the implications of her thoughts. Seeing the BMW’s slick black finish resurrected thoughts of Tak’s hair and how wonderful and thick the silken strands entwined in her fingers.

Her hand trembled as she unlocked the car. She threw her purse into the passenger side and hugged herself tight. Without Tak’s strong arms wrapped around her, she suddenly shivered against the still chilly morning. It had all been her fault. Going on and on and on about how unattractive she felt and complaining again to him. No doubt he’d sexed her down to halt the onslaught of self-pity she poured out of her mouth.

He’d never done it before, though, not even when I went through the fire with Dave. Tak had been a great guy, supportive, helpful, my rock. He’d never tried anything like last night.

Surely, he, he didn’t mean… no, he couldn’t.

She closed her eyes and took in several moments to compose herself.

Quiet except for the roar of blood in her ears, Tanya put her forehead against the leather bound steering wheel. She couldn’t get away from him. They were partners. Running today only gave her a reprieve for today, hell maybe the weekend. But come Monday….

By Monday I’ll have it together again. Nothing has changed. We’re still friends and we’re still partners. What I need is distance
–
air to breathe. Being near him clouds my logic, smokes out my lust and makes me cream for him.

As these words skipped across her mind, tears welled up behind her closed lids. It hurt to walk away from something so fantastic and so
right
as what she felt with Tak last night. It

couldn’t be real. No one could sustain that type of intensity forever, despite all his pillow talk. She knew it would sour. Sweet milk left out in the sun. Sushi left to spoil. And spoiled sushi was a true waste.

She slumped back against the seat and slipped her keys into the ignition. Before she could start the vehicle, the ringing tune of
Bleeding Love
cracked the fragile silence, shooting a burst of fear through her. Startled and her hands trembling, Tanya fumbled for her cell phone through the dark depths of her purse. She knew at once who it was, even before she checked the caller ID.

Tak.

As her hands closed over the vibrating and singing instrument, Tanya’s heart pounded and her stomach whirled. To answer or not? Could she withstand listening to his quiet, musical voice caressing her ear, dropping little seeds of sexuality into her libido? Obviously, he noticed her missing and in minutes, for all she knew,
seconds
, he would burst through the parking garage doors wearing that stern expression of immense displeasure he sometimes delivered to his administrative assistant. She could endure it, but his smoldering pits of dark desire burning in his eyes hit something deep inside her. Wanting and panting after her business partner shot a new wave of adrenaline through her bloodstream. She wouldn’t be able to stop herself from falling into his arms, or worse, dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around the smooth, bulbous head of his cock.

No. No, I can’t take seeing him right now. Not so soon after, after… No.

With that terror trembling up her spine, she threw the cell phone back into her purse and started her car. Like an experienced racecar driver, Tanya tossed the car into drive, and peeled

out of the parking space, with all intentions of putting as much distance between herself and Tak as humanly possible.

If only she could do the same with her heart and memories of last night.

Chapter Seven

The warmth lining Tak’s torso had vanished and in his puzzlement, his eyes cracked open, not wanting the dream to be over. His long held emotional torch for his best friend, Tanya, had finally been passed. She’d given herself over to him and together they’d connected in a manner most people fantasized about and he knew because they ended up on his divan, complaining about how far out of reach the brass ring remained.

He patted at the spot, wishing to connect with her supple skin, but finding nothing but air.

Leaning up, he forced himself to relax. Maybe she went to the restroom. He yawned and smiled. Years had passed since he’d slept as peacefully and in such contentment as he had last night. Humming to himself, he sat up, and stretched.

Already his phallus throbbed, seeking the snug core of his mate, for what else could Tanya be, but his soul’s twin? He’d known it forever, and last night confirmed it. At least in his mind, and as for Tanya’s, well, he would convince her of it – in time.