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no paper on her desk this morning, and the sudden coincidence of her sister’s monetary distress, it was clear to him Becca craved this experience. Still, he could tell he made her tense and nervous. He promised himself to go as slow as the need inside them both would allow.
    Kurt turned his back for a moment as he mimed note taking and closed his eyes. He hadn’t imagined it would be this hard to keep his self-control. It never had been before. He wanted nothing more at this moment than to push her back on the couch, rip open that heavy jacket, shove up her skirt and bury himself in her wet warmth.
    He prescribed himself a few steadying breaths before turning back to her.

    Dr. Foster pivoted from the table where he had been taking notes. The sudden movement made Rebecca wary but his touch communicated tenderness when he leaned over her. Seeming even taller from this position, he smoothed her hair from her neck with one hand while the other settled on her back, holding her in place. She reached out to steady herself by placing a palm on his solid chest and could have sworn he jerked in response.
    Then again, she noted the fine tremble in her own fingers so maybe she had projected the motion on him.
    “Easy.” He murmured as he placed two fingers to the base of her neck, igniting a shiver that ran down the center of her body, ending in a sharp clench of her pussy.
    She barely subdued a whimper.
    “I need to take your pulse.” For a minute they stayed still, watching each other. She didn’t need his fingers over her artery to detect the heartbeat hammering through her. His touch was a dream come true. Sure, there’d been times they’d brushed against each other while working but he’d never reached out with intent to make skin to skin contact no matter how many times she wished he would. After a minute, he moved away then made a few more brief notes on the pad beside the couch.
    “Get undressed now, Becca.” Although she tried to conceal her shock, she knew the slightest motions could communicate as much to Kurt as the most expressive gestures did to other men. Her cheeks grew warm as she flushed and she knew he’d be able to detect the signs of her uncertainty.
    Torn between the promise of what she wanted most and the hesitancy stemming from her lack of experience, she tried to calm herself. He was a doctor. This would be no different from her annual visit to her physician. Yeah, right.
    She reached for the top button of her jacket. Expecting him to turn around and leave her to undress alone, as her usual doctor did, he surprised her by continuing to observe her with a strange look in his eyes. He almost appeared hungry, but surely he couldn’t be interested in anything other than the study. Even for him, this was an extreme endeavor. The project he’d outlined to her a minute ago surpassed any of his previous work, which usually involved standard therapy but sometimes extended to witnessing, instructing or assisting struggling lovers.
    While lost in thought, she removed the jacket and revealed the outline of her hard nipples to his unflinching stare. Right then she remembered what decorated her skin underneath the conservative suit.
    “Kurt—” she paused to clear her throat, “—is…is there any way we can wait until tomorrow to do the exam?”
    “No, Becca, it has to be today. The actual experiment procedures will be much more intimate. If participating is too difficult for you, we’ll forget this ever happened and I’ll find someone else for the study.”
    “No! I can do this. I will do this.” She cursed the collection of exotic underwear that constituted her one extravagance…well, second, if you counted shoes. But shoes were really a necessity.
    The thought of Kurt conducting this experiment with some other woman sickened her. Beautiful women constantly vied for his attention. She’d helped him avoid more than a few who called him at the office, refusing to take no for an answer. All the