Page 157 of Nocere

"Rosie." She laughed and gave my hip a swat. "Very naughty. Just for that, I'm going to make you wait." She bit her bottom lip before climbing off me.

"Sam!" I sucked in my breath and stifled a whine. My hand wandered down my center where the removal of her body heat left me feeling cold.

"No you don't," she said, swatting my hand when I neared my aching clit. "No touching. Tsk Tsk. You have to wait."

"Sami." Now it was my turn to pout as she climbed off the bed.

In all her naked glory, with her hands on her hips, and perky nipples silhouetted in the morning light from the window, she tossed a cocky eyebrow at me from over her shoulder.

"C'mon, little fairy. Time to shower before we head out for the day. Don't break the rules. No touching." She wiggled her index finger at me in a come-hither motion and I whimpered as I rolled out of bed to follow her.

Sam kept me strung up, so to speak, all day. With gentle teases and playful touches, hugs from behind and kissing my neck whenever she stole a second. By the time we made it to Olympia, I couldn't wipe the smile from my face.

"Ever go to therapy with damp panties before?" teased Sam, and I swatted her arm when she held her elbow to me on the way to Anita's office.

"I can't believe you made me wait."

"I told you a spanking wasn't going to suffice." She smooched my cheek, then held the door open for me.

"Does she normally see patients this late on Saturdays?"

"I'm not sure. There's no one usually around when I'm here except the receptionist. Sometimes not even her."

Sam took a seat in the waiting room while I signed in with the reception desk. "Hi, Josey."

"Hey, kiddo. How goes it?" She smiled when she accepted my credit card to run.

"Can't complain."

"Are you kidding me?" I heard Sam say from behind me.

I turned around to see Nora standing in the doorway of the office beside Anita's. She wore a pencil skirt, white blouse, and power heels that made her appear much more like a force to be reckoned with rather than the woman I remembered naked and begging for release. My mouth fell open and I stared.

"You work with Anita?" asked Sam, the two of them facing each other now.

"Yeah, Sami. What are you doing here?" Nora's brow furrowed, and she did a double-take when she saw me. "Hi, Rosie."

"Hi." Memories of Jordan's teasing scurried to the surface and I remembered my slight annoyance over Nora spilling our business in the salon.

An awkward pause followed and Josie handed me back my credit card. I returned to Sam, and the three of us stood there for a moment before Nora pointed to her name etched in the gold plate on the wall between the two doors. Nora Brody, Ph.D. sat just below Anita Oliver, M.D.

"I didn't know that was you," I said, leaning in to Sam as the weight of the situation crashed down on me.

"You see Anita?" she asked me and I nodded. "Oh boy." Nora smirked and folded her arms over her middle before returning her gaze to Sam. "Did you know this?"

"Not until a few weeks ago." Sam's brows lifted when she said, "I don't think I ever knew your last name."

"Very funny, Sami. You've spent enough time staring at my pus—"

"What's going on out here?" Anita interrupted when she bustled through the front doors, her purse hanging off her arm and her hair slightly wind-swept. "Nora?"

"Oh, Neets," Nora said, her voice a terrible sing-song. "We have a big problem."

Anita held up her hand, shaking her head at her before pointing to her office door. "Inside. Everyone."

Her scolding tone scared me and I gulped as I looked at Sam. Her eyes, wide with a tangle of what seemed to be amusement and horror, met mine.

"Why am I in trouble?" Nora frowned, but followed Anita into the office after she unlocked the door.

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