Therapeutic Relations by RaeLynn Blue, Shara Azod Page A

those nipples that dared him to notice them through those silky shirts she liked to wear. He was dying to see if her bra was made of lace or satin. Her bras could not possibly be those sturdy padded kind ; her nipples were way too visible for that. Were her panties thongs, boy cut or bikinis? There were no discernable panty lines, so he was guessing thongs.
    There was no doubt they matched of the same alluring fabrics of her bras. She was just that type of woman.
    Tanya dressed professionally, but she dressed as a woman proud of her femininity. All too often professional women hid under severe pant and dress suits and sensible shoes. Tanya wore clothes that fit, hugging her curves without being raunchy or suggestive. She wore vibrant
    colors and pastels that complimented her rich, dark caramel skin. She looked like a delightful candy confection, and damned if Takashi didn’t want to take a bite. Even now, his mouth watered at the brief glimpse of skin revealed at the base other throat to the swell of her breasts. Allowing his eyes to wander, he slowly gazed once again down the full length of her body. She was wearing a light peach silk shirt with capped sleeves and pastel colored tweed skirt, stopping right above her knees. Her legs were bare, smooth and sleek, and his hands itched unbearably to caress them. Did they feel as soft as they looked? What would they feel like clamped around his waist, or better yet, resting on his shoulders?
    “Takashi, are you okay?”

    “What?” Damn! He was so lost in his fantasies he hadn’t heard a word she said. Now, she was looking at him with more than a little concern. Had he said something aloud? Surely not. Takashi prided himself on keeping a firm wrap on his emotions. It was one thing that allowed him to play the best friend for so long without jumping all over Tanya. It was the only thing now.
    “You moaned,” Tanya told him, eyes wide, sitting straight up. “Are you feeling sick? Or are you tired of hearing me complain? I don’t blame you. I am tired of complaining. I must sound so pathetic to you. Honestly, I should be grateful I found out Dave was a cheating bastard when I did, I mean, before we had kids. I am just feeling sorry for myself. I am not getting any younger and the chances of me, a Black woman looking at forty, and having kids is slim to none now. Especially since I am now a divorcee, I mean, we are good for a meaningless roll in the hay, but no man wants real commitment from a woman like me. Used goods and all.” The words rushed out nervously.
    The thing that never failed to both amuse and distract him to the point of madness about Tanya was her tendency to chatter. She could go on and on about her supposed shortcoming for hours. She never talked about others, well except for Dave, but she could bash herself to death for eternity.
    The more he thought about it, the madder he got. What the hell was the matter with this woman? She had to be one of the most intelligent, desirable women he had ever met! And pushing forty? She wasn’t even thirty-two! Used goods? Used fucking goods?
    Takashi was on his feet and standing over her, looking down with hell in his eyes before he realized what he was doing.
    “Damn it, Tanya! This has got to stop!” he thundered before he thought better of it. Grabbing her hand, he placed it dead against his swollen cock, rubbing it around for good measure. “Does this feel like you are undesirable? Like you are used fucking goods? I have been sporting one of these every day since I first laid eyes on you!”
    Takashi stopped, looking down at where his hand held hers against his aching cock.

    Despite the fact her slender hand felt so damn good, so damned right against him, he could not believe he had lost it as he had. Dropping his hand, he waited for the explosion he knew she was capable of. She might be insecure behind the closed door of his office, but to the world, Dr.
    Tanya Morris was something to behold.

    To his surprise,