Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 137: Deep Breathe

Brad’s POV

I needed to get myself ready for another training session with Claire, so I dragged my bike into the garage and parked it there. My mental image of her did not include Dr. Wilson. In spite of the fact that I was unsure of how the day would play out, I resisted the need to discuss anything that had taken place so far. I was at a loss for words. I only needed to get my thoughts away from her body and convince her to let me go so that I could get back to work. After that, everything was back to normal. That was all I had ever wanted in my life before I met her, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me from achieving my goal.

As I prepared to walk to Claire’s office while clutching my helmet in my hand and bracing myself for the chilly air, I tensed my shoulders and tightened my fists. I wasn’t looking forward to the treatment part of it, but seeing her made something inside of me get excited. I think it was excitement. I had no trouble finding my way to the office, and when I greeted the person working there, it was virtually exactly the same as it had been on my last visit. Despite the fact that she provided me the eyelash flutter that I had seen other girls accomplish, she was not the woman I desired to view. This time, I snatched the clipboard away from her and brought out a piece of paper from my pocket that included the exact same boring questions.

I set it down on the chair and opened my eyes just as the door to the waiting room opened. She was standing across the room from me when she turned to face me. Along with a pair of black heels, Claire was seen today donning a red dress with a flowing silhouette that accentuated her curves. Despite the fact that it was done in a professional manner, I found it really alluring. Her hair looked great in a short ponytail, and the reddish tint of her lips made me wants to slam her against the brick wall and give her a passionate kiss. "Brad, good morning. Stay where you are."

The way she moved with my paper in her hand caused the dress to swing around her thighs rather than embracing her behind the way the skirt had the previous week. As my physical being responded to the image in front of me, I recalled how they had felt when they were wrapped around my body, and I came to the conclusion that today would be all about sexual activity. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about her, I needed to watch her struggle and let down her guard so that I could finally stop thinking about her. After she said, "Enter quickly," I followed her into the room and sat down in the chair, leaning forward to watch her every move.

"Hello, Claire." I noticed a frown cross her forehead, so I decided to greet her at that moment.

I gave her a friendly grin and watched her fidget in her seat until she turned to me and said, "Dr. Wilson. How was your day?"

"It brings me a lot of joy to be here for my enchanted healing. Do you think that after today you’ll change your mind and let me go?"

She looked at me with enticing eyes and a pleading expression on her face before telling me, "Until you open yourself up to me, you won’t be let free."

As I watched her take sips from her coffee cup, I leaned back in my chair and stated, "There is nothing to open up about." I was doing this while observing her. "Claire, you have a worn-out look about you."

"Have you been thinking about me in a manner that is analogous to how I have been thinking about you?"

"I beg your pardon, Mr. Brad. Today, we have an appointment at a specific location." Claire regarded

I could see I was getting through to her despite the fact that she was giving me an angry expression. That is something I’d like to talk about later tonight.

"I’m a seal," she said. "Nights like that happen rather frequently." As I informed her, she rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her ponytail. She did not appear to be listening.

"I went ahead and read the report. I have read Mr. Thorn’s account of what took place, but unfortunately, he has passed away at this point. You, Brad, are the only one who can provide an explanation for what actually took place."

She focused her attention solely on me. "What I’ve heard and read about you leads me to believe that you’re one of the best. Please fill me in on what transpired later that evening."

"It was unclear to me, and I have no recollection of it." She narrowed her eyes as I fired back.

"I am well aware of the rigorous training you have through and the high level of intelligence that is required to become a Seal. I am well aware of the anguish that you and your wife go through, but Brad, I need some clarification on this point. I won’t let you go until I’ve finished talking to you inside here first. As I began to see that my hopes were beginning to fade."

Claire inquired, "Do you know a lot of seals?"

I responded by speaking more quietly; I noticed that her face flushed when I did so. "Do you regularly engage in conversation with other men?"

"I won’t say much. My academic pursuits were more important to me than dating." As she said, a grin spread across my face, and I held out my hand to shake hers. "Please allow me to assist you; the training I received was specifically for helping men like you."

"There is nothing that can be done to assist. The only treatment I require is for you to lie here on this desk while you stretch out for me so that I can finally taste you." Her expression changed as she pulled her hand behind her back and pursed her lips. Her eyes became wild.

"Brad, damn you. You are obligated to keep me apprised of everything and anything. What exactly took place later that evening?" I responded to her request by lifting one eyebrow in her way. "Who among those quoted in the report is being truthful?"

I responded by saying, "I have no interest in the news. It’s complete and utter rubbish." Her eyebrows shot up in surprise at my response.

"Please excuse me, Claire, but I need to get back to work. That was the sole purpose of my life before, so screw it."

As your physician, I responded with, "That is just so...wrong." Even though she had a confused expression, I could sense how desperately she wanted to answer the question. She flushed and shifted awkwardly in her seat, just as she had done previously. When I peered into her eyes, I realized that I was coming closer and closer to having complete control over her. I am unable to relax with a patient because of this. That would be a catastrophe for the two of us.

"It would improve everything, and it would restore my sense of life," I told her, and her eyes widened as she took in the information. "It would restore my sense of life."

I took a deep breath and responded, "In what other ways do you not feel alive?" as she began to press the issue. "Brad, tell me what is making you so exhausted?"

"Claire, I have a strong desire to fuck you. I have a desperate need to be inside of you again, whether it be in this bed, at this desk, or somewhere else. I need you." While I was talking to her, I looked her in the eye and talked from the bottom of my heart. "I smiled every time I saw a moment of vulnerability appear on your beautiful face. I have never experienced that with someone else before, and it dominates every idea that comes into my head."

She took a deep breath and looked at me with a broken expression on her face before responding, "No, Brad, you can’t. You cannot contemplate any of that. I’m simply here to accomplish one aim at this time."

"Just tell me something about that evening or your current state of mind."

"Come hang out with me in my apartment. As soon as dinner is ready, you are more than welcome to spend the night in my bed." Because I was standing tall and erect, I was able to cover my cock with my hand while she kept staring at me and eventually buried her head in her hands. "Until you’re mine again, I’ll go wild."

Before placing her hands on her desk, Claire made a gesture of raising her hands into the air.

She gave me a defeated expression that let me know she was done for the time being. "Just leave. Next week, check in and try to take your life seriously. This has no future. Brad, get the heck out of my office until you are prepared to move this along." She gave me a defeated expression that let me know she was done for the time being.

I rose up and glanced down at her as I became conscious of how serious she was being. I really messed up today, so I walked out the door with a hunched back. When reminded, I halted to make an appointment, and then I proceeded out to my bike in a depressed manner.

I had never before felt this way about someone, and it deeply alarmed me. I just pressed the button for the person I needed right now more than anything else. I had never felt this way about anyone else before. I took a long moment to look back at the building after noticing a person standing in a window.

It was imperative that I get my act together and figure out a way to handle this problem before the situation became any direr.