Navy SEAL Romance: MC ROMANCE: Axel (Bad Boy Alpha Male Military Romance) (Military Suspense Protector Romance) Read Online Free Page B
Johnny! Put that down, stop that. I said put that down!"
She sounded desperate and stressed and, as he looked at who she was, he knew just why. Damian's wife, Suzanne, had been struggling since his death and she looked as though she'd aged about ten years in the last few months. David had always meant to keep in touch with her. It was the least he could do, but something always held him back and he couldn't quite face being inside Damian's home without him.
As he looked to his two young boys in the back seat of the car, he saw Damian's face in both of them and it hurt to think they'd grow up without him. The guilt was burning a hole in him, as he looked at the unhappy family. Suzanne was struggling to put gas in the clapped out, ancient car, and her hair was frazzled and unkempt, her clothes dirty and disheveled. She'd obviously not been taking care of herself and, as David placed the fuel pump back in its holder, he knew he'd have to go over and help her.
Yet, something held him back. It felt like a real physical pain and he found he couldn't take another step forward. He wanted to call out her name and say hi, give her a hug, and tell her everything would be ok, but he just couldn't. So, he climbed back on his motorcycle and hurried away, hoping she hadn't seen him.
Speeding across town, he knew he'd be cutting it fine to meet Marie and, as he arrived at her house, she was already standing on her porch with a stern expression.
"You're late," she screwed up her face and frowned jokingly.
"No way!"
"Yep, you're a whole two minutes late."
They both laughed and headed inside. David immediately felt relaxed in her company and smiled, as she held his hand.
"Come into my office," she patted his back and lead him to the back of the house.
"Office? Sounds very official. I was hoping you'd be taking me upstairs."
"Oh enough of that David, You're here for therapy."
"Yeah "therapy," he flexed his fingers into quotation marks.
Marie was annoyed already. She was fed up of him joking around firing sexual innuendos at her. He needed serious help, but that charm of his, and his body. She couldn't help but beam on the inside, as he flirted with her.
"Take a seat," she gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
He cockily sat back with his legs splayed and his head tilted back.
*****
This is a nightmare, Marie thought, as she bit the end of her pen. I really need to help this guy, but... Oh God, he's so hot and I could have him if I wanted.
"Aherm," she cleared her throat. "Let's get started, shall we?"
"Whatever you want," David smiled that magnetic grin of his and cocked his head to the side, watching the young therapist with a reserved sense of cool.
"So," she tried to ignore his seductive gaze. "I was thinking of beginning where we left off. We were discussing your sleeping habits."
"Yeah... Like I said, I love to sleep with beautiful women," he leaned forward and placed his hand on her knee.
She felt the heat come from his body and she wanted him to move his hand higher and higher until he was up inside her skirt and deep in her panties. She looked down to his masculine fingers and was desperate to feel them inside of her, pushing up into her g spot and making her wet.
"I'd like to see you cum," she said without realizing, then felt her face grow hot as she heard herself. "I mean I'd like to see you come a long way with your therapy. Many military men like you don't want to accept therapy at first, but when they do, it's as though they've turned a corner and started afresh."
"I'll turn you over if you want," he leaned forward even further and whispered into her ear. "I'd like to see you cum too."
She was wet in an instant, as she felt his breath on her neck and his hand that was slowly sliding up her smooth leg. But, she had a professional reputation to uphold and she pulled away in fear of repercussions.
"We can't," she pushed his hand off her. "We'll get in trouble and it's wrong. I'm your doctor. It
She sounded desperate and stressed and, as he looked at who she was, he knew just why. Damian's wife, Suzanne, had been struggling since his death and she looked as though she'd aged about ten years in the last few months. David had always meant to keep in touch with her. It was the least he could do, but something always held him back and he couldn't quite face being inside Damian's home without him.
As he looked to his two young boys in the back seat of the car, he saw Damian's face in both of them and it hurt to think they'd grow up without him. The guilt was burning a hole in him, as he looked at the unhappy family. Suzanne was struggling to put gas in the clapped out, ancient car, and her hair was frazzled and unkempt, her clothes dirty and disheveled. She'd obviously not been taking care of herself and, as David placed the fuel pump back in its holder, he knew he'd have to go over and help her.
Yet, something held him back. It felt like a real physical pain and he found he couldn't take another step forward. He wanted to call out her name and say hi, give her a hug, and tell her everything would be ok, but he just couldn't. So, he climbed back on his motorcycle and hurried away, hoping she hadn't seen him.
Speeding across town, he knew he'd be cutting it fine to meet Marie and, as he arrived at her house, she was already standing on her porch with a stern expression.
"You're late," she screwed up her face and frowned jokingly.
"No way!"
"Yep, you're a whole two minutes late."
They both laughed and headed inside. David immediately felt relaxed in her company and smiled, as she held his hand.
"Come into my office," she patted his back and lead him to the back of the house.
"Office? Sounds very official. I was hoping you'd be taking me upstairs."
"Oh enough of that David, You're here for therapy."
"Yeah "therapy," he flexed his fingers into quotation marks.
Marie was annoyed already. She was fed up of him joking around firing sexual innuendos at her. He needed serious help, but that charm of his, and his body. She couldn't help but beam on the inside, as he flirted with her.
"Take a seat," she gestured to the chair in front of her desk.
He cockily sat back with his legs splayed and his head tilted back.
*****
This is a nightmare, Marie thought, as she bit the end of her pen. I really need to help this guy, but... Oh God, he's so hot and I could have him if I wanted.
"Aherm," she cleared her throat. "Let's get started, shall we?"
"Whatever you want," David smiled that magnetic grin of his and cocked his head to the side, watching the young therapist with a reserved sense of cool.
"So," she tried to ignore his seductive gaze. "I was thinking of beginning where we left off. We were discussing your sleeping habits."
"Yeah... Like I said, I love to sleep with beautiful women," he leaned forward and placed his hand on her knee.
She felt the heat come from his body and she wanted him to move his hand higher and higher until he was up inside her skirt and deep in her panties. She looked down to his masculine fingers and was desperate to feel them inside of her, pushing up into her g spot and making her wet.
"I'd like to see you cum," she said without realizing, then felt her face grow hot as she heard herself. "I mean I'd like to see you come a long way with your therapy. Many military men like you don't want to accept therapy at first, but when they do, it's as though they've turned a corner and started afresh."
"I'll turn you over if you want," he leaned forward even further and whispered into her ear. "I'd like to see you cum too."
She was wet in an instant, as she felt his breath on her neck and his hand that was slowly sliding up her smooth leg. But, she had a professional reputation to uphold and she pulled away in fear of repercussions.
"We can't," she pushed his hand off her. "We'll get in trouble and it's wrong. I'm your doctor. It
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