her a whack-on-the-head hint that they might not be heterosexual.
Barrett’s tongue peeked out to wet his lips. “You have patients who think they…could be…bisexual?”
Her heart skipped a beat. Another nice guy she’d consider dating was more interested in exploring same-sex relationships than getting her naked. Could her love life suck any worse? “Gay, lesbian, bisexual, and transgender. Usually male-female couples. Sometimes not.”
His serious expression didn’t fit the typical reaction of a straight guy—no laughing, joking, raunchy comments. He was thinking way too hard about what she’d told him.
Twirling the chair toward the door, she stood. “I should let you get back to unpacking, and I have work to do.”
He was quiet until she stepped into the hall. “I bet you’re really good at getting people to talk about their problems. See you tomorrow, Rory.”
Oh, yeah.
Barrett was either in denial about his sexuality or he’d recently come to terms with it. She’d counseled a guy just like him a few months ago. “See ya.”
The walk to her office could’ve been a death march to her frustrated hormones. What did she have to do to find a man worth having—who liked women?
Chapter 5
The darkness outside didn’t fool Barrett for a second. His stomach had informed him of the time at least a half an hour ago, but he had too much on his mind to think about breakfast.
Do you think you can tell whether a man is straight or gay by looking at him?
Rory’s question had caught him completely off guard. She was trained to recognize people troubled by sexual and emotional issues. She’d seen the signs of someone hiding from the truth—not that he hadn’t accepted his attraction to men. He’d just never acted on it, and he had no reason to now that he’d crossed paths with Rory again.
She was everything he could want. Exceptional intelligence, a terrific personality, and a knockout body summed up his wish list. He could easily imagine himself spending the rest of his life with her and not needing to experiment. With her professional experience, she shouldn’t have any qualms about supplementing their sexual relationship with strap-ons, butt plugs, and other anal toys. Maybe he wouldn’t get to suck a real cock, but he’d enjoy eating her pussy and showing her the ways he could please her.
He didn’t need both male and female if he had her. He’d gladly fuck her perfect ass if she allowed him the honor.
Pushing back the covers, he climbed out of bed and aimed for the bathroom. Steam clouded the mirror by the time he stepped into the shower, and the warm spray was a welcome improvement from his last apartment. He wouldn’t have to get up at five anymore to beat the rush for hot water.
Saturday gave him all the excuse he required to skip shaving his face, but he suffered through it in case he got the opportunity to kiss his sexy neighbor after movie night at her apartment later. Winston and Miles would probably give him hell for overstepping the boundaries they’d set, so he’d have to wait until they left to test the waters.
He closed his eyes, the silkiness of Rory’s cheek still fresh in his memory. Every inch of her skin would be as soft, and her nipples would stiffen to delicious firm berries beneath his tongue and lips. The musky scent of her arousal would draw him down a trail over her stomach and to the wetness between her thighs for a taste of heaven.
A surge of desire made his balls contract and his cock harden. Wrapping his fist around his length, he stroked up and down, imagining her hands on him. She’d cup his sac, gently squeezing as she rubbed her thumb along the ridge to his slit. Then her fingers would tease his anus while she pumped him.
He fumbled for the toy he’d set on the shelf with his shampoo yesterday. Lifting his foot to the edge of the bathtub, he squirted a glob of lube onto the dildo and slicked it over his hole. The lifelike dick slid inside with