Coffee

Part Fifty-Six: Dash

His eyes never leave mine as I slowly reach out for him. As I'm about to touch him, I slowly draw back. Tired and upset: his demeanor as of late. I close my eyes briefly.

"Helen?" His voice silently calls to me and when I open my eyes, I feel my cheeks being watered by my eyes.

"I wish I would learn to just shut my mouth." I say quietly to myself- and less so to Max, but he still regards it.

"No...that isn't going to solve the problem, Helen. If anything, you need to open it more and tell me what you're truly feeling and thinking. Help me understand, Helen. I want nothing more than to understand how to make us work."

"You can't fix this problem...I'm the problem. You are quite literally the perfect man in every way."

"How are you the problem?"

"Haven't you heard anything I've said? Haven't you witnessed all my faults. I am broken: and you shouldn't have to be responsible for trying to fix me." Rolling his eyes, he closes the gap between us and turns me so my back is facing towards him. Arms sliding down and around my sides and landing flat on my stomach: I can't help but burn from his fingers.

"What I've heard all day is you making excuses and bullying yourself into avoiding what you're really out to do here. You're not broken Helen. By any means. You're not fragile. You're not a victim any more. And you're not supposed to go at it alone." His words are firm and nearly cold. As if he thinks I'm avidly trying to be a pain in his arse. His hands come over my sides and his thumbs graze over the sides on my breasts and his lips kiss my neck slowly. "Now, do you want to continue to argue with me on the matter: I'm afraid there is no time for that. Because today, we are harvesting your eggs."

He bossily says and I try to turn in his arms, but he holds me close and tightly: but not in a way to hurt me.

"I can fertilize you right here on this examine room table if you so wish it. I'll bend you over with your tight ass skirt raised and I will make love to you until you are completely and utterly satisfied...." He deeply moans in his throat and my stomach twists. "If this nonsense with you continues: you pushing me away, that is- I will have no choice but to remind you just how easy it is, to get you all hot and bothered."

Hands sliding down my hips, he turns me to face him and he smirks at my bright blushing cheeks. He's never been so...so...forceful and dominating and yet completely sweet and caring at the same time...sort of. This kind of dominance turns me on. This masculine, yet gentle way about him is a turn on instantly.

"What do you say, Sharpe? Want to have a baby with me?" His deep lust filled voice tickles my ears and makes my stomach do somersaults. My mouth is so try that I can barely find my words to speak.

"Y...yes....yes...." I quietly say with no moisture in my mouth or throat. I sound meek and frightened- but he knows I'm more turned on than anything. Leaning down, he cups the sides of my head, just below my ears, and presses sweet passionate kisses to my lips.

Knock knock!

"Are we ready?" Jenny comes in and we separate slightly. She smirks and then quickly wipes it away, pretending she didn't just walk in on the medical director kissing his head of oncology and deputy.

"Helen?" Max turns to look back at me and I nod. Handing me a gown, Jenny leaves the room and leaves shortly after. Max is already undressing me and I can't help but feel...frozen by his touch. "You doing okay?"

Turning and looking at him, the gown over my partially nude body- I shiver slightly and not because the examine room is cold.

"Just now...when you...ya know...where did that come from?" I ask and I hope he understands I'm talking about his dominance and not so much anything else.