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  Fischer wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into the room. His mouth was on mine as the door clicked closed quietly.

  I dug my fingers into his hair, and held him tight to me, not letting him move from the kiss he engaged me in. He tasted so amazing, scotch and cinnamon and I just wanted to keep tasting him.

  His hands slipped up from the small of my back and lifted the shirt out of his way. His fingers were searing hot against my skin.

  … “did you know I would smash the gates of Hell if anyone took you away from us?” The words were peppered with kisses on my breasts.

  “As I would smash the gates of Heaven if any of you were taken from me.”

  His hands found the small of my back, and seared the skin there with merely his touch…

  “Shit,” I breathed, and pulled his hands back to me as they started to drift away.

  “What is going on, Wren?”

  “I don’t know, I don’t. I get them all the time. I ignore them, write them down.”

  He tried pulling back again, and I wanted to cry. I didn’t know why I was so drawn to this man, but I was and I wanted him. And now my stupid fucked up brain was going to push him away.

  “How are we seeing these?”

  My shoulders slumped and I leaned against the wall next to the bathroom, and wrapped my arms around myself. “Are you asking as Doctor Skillman or Fischer?”

  He stepped back and ran a hand down his face, not saying a thing. I walked to the bed, arms still tight around me and sat.

  “Just…go, Fischer.” My voice sound wobbly, and my hands were trembling even though there were flat against me. “You’re not used to these. I don’t know where they’re coming from, why you’re seeing them. I’m broken…”

  I was so, so broken at that point. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t find a date, I couldn’t decide if I wanted be with a man or a woman. The headaches curtailed my life, the hallucinations were ruining my sanity, and the nightmares were going to destroy me.

  No matter how much I made people believe I was strong, I was losing my battle.

  Now, I was going to lose this man as well—probably as a doctor in addition to the potential lover I had hoped for.

  Craved.

  Fischer knelt in front of me and grabbed my hands from where I had tucked them. “I’m not used to this, Wren. I don’t understand what’s going on. I’ve never had hallucinations or visions, and I don’t know why you’re triggering them.”

  “Go.”

  Tucking my hands together in his one, the other hand landed on my cheek. “No. I want to stay. I feel like…I need to stay. For you, for me.”

  “Fischer…”

  “I want to understand you, as a doctor. I want to get to know you, personally.” He stood, raising my chin to keep my eyes locked with his, and studied my face. “Whatever this is, I just have to learn to deal with it, because I am so fucking attracted to you…”

  Standing, I studied him for a quiet moment, pulling my hands out of his, and placing my own hand on his cheek. “Ride them out, please, Fischer. Please. I need you, doctor and...”

  “Lover?” he asked on a breath.

  I nodded.

  “How long have you been alone?”

  “Years,” I whispered. “Dates, here and there. Miriam and I have…a few times. But either my work or my…mind drives them away.”

  Why was I confessing this to him? I wasn’t someone who unload on someone else—I was the unloadee. Almost always. But something about Fischer made me want to tell him, even though I was sure that I not only sounded desperate but slightly to mostly insane.

  His thumb traced my lips, and I kissed it softly. I felt tears pool in my eyes, and I didn’t want to let them fall.

  In the next moment his lips were on mine again, and I couldn’t stop the tears. Instead of ignoring them, though, Fischer kissed them away, one at a time, until he reached my mouth.

  “Fischer,” I managed to hiss out.

  The frenzied push of lust had changed to a low, hot burn between us. He turned me in his arms, and wrapped them around me, popping open the first two buttons of my shirt.

  Instead of finishing the job, he pulled the collar to the side and using one of his hands, fisted my hair, turning my head to the side. His lips skimmed down my throat, dancing down my skin, licking and nipping and occasionally finding my lips and taking possession of my mouth. He traced lines and circles all down my cheeks, and down my shoulder, under the edge of the shirt.

  “I want this,” he finally hissed. “I want you. We’ll figure out what’s going on later. There’s something here, something we need to have between us.”

  “Yes,” I answered, closing my eyes to enjoy the sensation of his lips all over me.

  A finger traced down my collar, and I quickly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt. His hands were on my breasts in the next moment, and he tried to slip the cups up over me.

  Chuckling, I spun back in his arms. “That’s not going to work, Fischer. There is just too much of them.”

  He grunted, pulling his lips away from me for the first time in minutes. Glancing at my bra, he nodded. “I can see that. Mm.” His hand caressed the nipple through the satin.

  I ran my fingers through his hair as he teased me. “You know, ethically, this is wrong.”

  “Is it…”

  “Doctor patient relationships are dangerous.” I kept my tone light. I didn’t really care. He was right, there was something that was pulling us together.

  “They are,” he agreed, slipping a hand around the back of my neck and pulling me against him. “So very, very dangerous.”

  He kissed me again, and all the heat that had been there in the car was back again. I slipped my hands to the top of his shirt, and pulled hard.

  The buttons went skittering across the room and Fischer pulled back laughing. “It’s dangerous all right! To my wardrobe!” With a few quick movements, he had the cuff unfastened and the coat and shirt were on the floor. “Leave me the T-shirt at least,” he whispered.

  His fingers landed on the front of my pants, and he had them off my waist with the flick of his hand. “I need you naked.”

  “I need you inside me,” I answered. “I hope to God you have some condoms?”

  His grin was absolutely lascivious, and he nodded. “Some. We’re going to need more.”

  “I’ll run to the store later,” I said. “Right now, I need you to fuck me.”

  With a twist of his arms he had me on the bed, caged in his arms, his mouth sucking a path down my body, over my breasts, and teasing my navel with his tongue.

  Placing a hand on my hip, he rolled me to my front. A flick of one hand unhooked my bra, and his lips found the center of my back. He nibbled and sucked his way down my spine, pressing hot kisses to the space just above my ass.

  His fingers found the edge of my panties, and achingly slowly he slipped them down, seeming to kiss every inch of flesh as he uncovered it. He nipped once, twice, and smoothed the satin down my legs in an electric caress.

  Sparks shot through me, lighting up every nerve in my body.

  ...there were two mouths, at least two, tracing lines on my skin. There were fingers everywhere, and the scent of sex hung on the air.

  “Ours,” someone whispered. “Ours alone.”

  “Our balance,” another voice said.

  Fischer’s visage was there, his eyes locked on my lips, his hair drenched with the sweat of well-satisfied post-coital glow. “Our angel.”...

  He paused for only a moment. His hands slipped under my thighs and lifted my ass into the air, just before his finger dipped into my cleft. He found my clit instantly. He circled it with a slow finger, and glanced down at me.

  “These visions are goddamn filthy.” He breathed the words over my sensitive bud, and I shivered hard from head to toe. “I like filthy.”

  The air rushed from my lungs—his whole mouth covered my pussy and I couldn’t make a sound. His lips and tongue sought out every
depth of my sex. I had no choice but to fist the sheets and hold on.

  I finally dragged in some air and let out a scream of pleasure. It had been so fucking long since anyone had touched me, and this wasn’t just a touch. This was being consumed, fire and pleasure racing through every nerve of my body.

  A finger slipped into my channel and I couldn’t breathe again. I gasped and tried not to squirm, but the moans and yelps of pleasure were completely out of my control. Fischer stroked me slowly, moving another finger inside, but going no faster. It was sheer, magnificent torture.

  “Oh, shit, Fischer! Please make me come!”

  I needed it. I wouldn’t be able to make it until he slid his cock into me. There was too much lightning rushing through me, and if he stopped now I truly felt like I might die.

  He crooked his fingers inside me, and found the soft spot there that would take me over the edge—and made it even more intense when he nipped at my clit.

  Everything on me started shaking and shivering. It was only his strong hands on my thighs that stopped me from sliding forward away from his wicked tongue. I screamed into the bed, hoping to keep it from waking anyone on the floor, as well as above and below us. I couldn’t even haul in a desperate breath for a long few moments, to the point I couldn’t even be sure I wasn’t going to pass out.

  Finally, the climax let me go and I heaved in the air I needed, turning my head to the side.

  Fischer chuckled. “Liked that?”

  “Shit.” It was all I could manage.

  He started nibbling again, and to my utter shock, licked his way from my clit, across my entrance and right over my anus. The unexpected move made me yelp, and he did it again, but moved up the crease to my back again.

  His hands skimmed up my skin, catching the straps of my unfastened bra, and turned my whole now-boneless body over. I dusted my hand through his hair and smiled as he kissed me again. The taste of my own sex was a dirty, delicious flavor on his tongue.

  “You’re still wearing pants,” I managed. “Strip.”

  He quirked an eyebrow as he relieved me of my bra and tossed it to join the rest of the clothes on the floor. Taking a deep suck of my breast before he moved, he lifted himself to the side of the bed. I rolled to my side to watch.

  This was my chance to see the man in all his glory, and what glory it was. Defined, but not built, his broad shoulders looked like a place I could spend many an hour tracing patterns and swirls with my tongue. His pecks were lightly dusted with the same dark hair as he had on his head, and the trail led down to his stomach. He was flat, but not toned. I didn’t need toned—what I was seeing was just fine with me.

  His hands slipped around his waist after he unbuttoned his pants, and the slacks fell to the ground.

  Commando.

  Fuck, yes.

  The dusting of hair traveled straight down, joining the faint but clear Adonis belt to point at a magnificent, proud erection. A drop of precum beaded there as I watched and I couldn’t resist. I reached out a finger, collected his moisture, and licked it off. He was almost sweet, but still salty and masculine.

  He groaned, and I realized his eyes were fixed on my lips. I sucked my finger into my mouth and let him see me wind my tongue around it before closing my lips.

  “Jesus,” he whispered.

  I reached out again, after popping the finger free, and cradled his balls in my hand. I rolled them, slowly. I drew my finger up the underside of his shaft and he watched every second of my movements.

  “Do you want me to suck this?” I asked, blinking a few times, and giving him a light tug.

  “Oh, God, yes, but—” He grabbed my hand. “Later. I need to be inside you, Wren.”

  Nodding, I released him and rolled on to my back. “Come and get it, Fischer.” I trailed a finger through my own pussy.

  He leaned down and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a condom. My eyes followed his as he tore it open, and pulled out the latex sheath. Shit, I wanted him bare, but that wasn’t a good idea yet. I was clean, he probably was, but we hadn’t talked about it at all. This happened too fast to take the chance.

  And there was something so inherently sexy about this man taking his own cock in hand and tugging it a little to prepare it for its sheath. I watched his fingers roll it down over the nearly purple crown and down his wonderfully long length. Maybe he didn’t need a magnum width, but he filled it up just fine...and it ran out of coverage long before it hit his base.

  He walked to the end of the bed, lowered himself down and crawled up the bed, covering my body with his. He kissed the tip of each nipple, and bit lightly at the base of my throat.

  “You are so fucking sexy, laying there waiting for me.”

  “You like what you see?” I teased, my fingers circling his own puckered nipples.

  “God, yes.”

  “Get that dick in me, Fischer.” The words were a whisper over his lips.

  “Show me,” he replied as he bumped the blunt head against me.

  Reaching down between us, I fisted his cock and placed him against my entrance. “Right there. Be good to me, baby. It’s been a long time I’ve had anything but a vibrator up there.”

  He shivered, then smiled. “I’d like to see that one day.”

  ...My legs were wide, and two different hands held me there. The room was closed, dark, with only a few lamps burning. I could feel others there with me, but this was a private place.

  My own fingers were dancing on my bundled nerves as I twisted and panted. Eyes, many more than just the two holding my legs, watched as I pleasured myself. A hand reached forward, handing me a carved stone dildo. With no shame, I slipped it into my channel so all those watching could see...

  “I’ll be happy to show you.”

  The words directing him to just get inside me died on my lips as he slid himself deep. One long, slow, hard thrust and he was all the way to the top of my channel, bumping against the barrier there. I sucked in the air, hard, and arched my back.

  “Ffff...that feels so good...” I managed to squeak out. He was just as thick as the hallucination promised. My walls were delighted to hold him tight as they welcomed him and adjusted to his intrusion.

  “Oh, baby, like I was made for you,” he breathed, the words dancing on my lips as he nipped and licked there.

  “Move, Fischer. Please. I want to feel you,” I said, and I covered his mouth with mine, my tongue mimicking what I wanted his shaft to do.

  He started slow. Drawing all the way out, and sliding all the way back in. I was so wet from his mouth that it seemed almost to magnify the sensation of the slide. He pulled and pushed again, an almost flawless motion that didn’t have a hitch or pause in it. He let me keep kissing him—and it was him letting me, because he could have pulled away. He was in control of every part of my body.

  The next push had hitch, a bump against the top of me, and I inhaled, sharply through the kiss.

  “Again,” I whispered.

  He complied.

  Each push, he popped his hips. The move sent a shiver of not-pain through my pussy, and I arched into him just a little.

  My hands found his ass and grabbed the perfect globes, squeezing lightly. “Harder, babe. Go harder. I want to feel it in the morning.”

  He laughed. “Oh, you will.”

  Still, he started to move faster, not quite as smoothly. There was more pop, more thrust in his hips. He lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder and opened me even wider for him. His hand reached between us and he dusted my clit.

  The sensation he caused tripped through me, catching my breath and making me heave my breasts. His eyes landed there, and he looked mesmerized. A moment later, he pulled both of my legs to his waist and rolled us.

  “Take what you need, Wren. Fuck me the way you like it,” he commanded as his hands wrapped around my breasts.

  I didn’t last at the long slow pace I started. It only took me a few minutes to start dragging myself hard over him, pulling and pushing his coc
k inside me. Angling down, I had his cock lined up perfectly with my clit and I pulled him over myself again and again.

  His eyes rolled back in his head even as his finger rolled my nipples and pinched them.

  “Fuck, fuck,” he breathed. “Go, baby. Go!”

  I dropped on to him, over and over, the sensation of the climax clawing its way down my spine, over my skin, sparking a desperate heat in the very pit of my body.

  “Pinch them hard, baby!” I yelled at Fischer. “God, please, give me just a little more pain!”

  He pinched, and pulled the nipple.

  “Again!” I cried, my body trembling. “Ah, fuck! Again!”

  His fingers were magic. He pinched and this time, twisted lightly as I dropped on him.

  I came, screaming his name.

  …”Give me your pleasure, love. I am a collector of your pleasure. Perhaps that makes me slothful, to take instead of seek, but your pleasure is the most precious thing, and I will never seek what you do not wish to give.”

  “You may take my pleasure whenever you wish”...

  I dropped on to him again and a third time as climax ripped through me, and on the fourth time, his hips rushed up to press his erection all the way inside me, and I knew he had come as well.

  He grabbed my hips and held me still while he thrust through the rest of his orgasm, spilling inside the barrier with a satisfied shout of delight.

  I collapsed down on to him as his hands let go of my hips. Slipping to his side, I quickly drifted to sleep.

  Fischer

  I lied to her.

  Not about anything that was going on between us because the heat and pull of the attraction was completely real. I didn’t want to lie about that.

  I had lied about the hallucinations.

  They weren’t hallucinations, and it wasn’t the first time I’d had them. It wasn’t that I was having them that shook me, but that we were sharing them—and they were fucking filthy like we had been bedmates for years.

  Staring at her file on my desk, looking occasionally at the notes I had made on the images that had flashed through my brain whenever we had been close or touching the night before, I ran a hand down my face.