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Secrets
Volume II
Stories by Doreen DeSalvo, Bonnie Hamre, Angela Knight, &
Susan Paul
Surrogate Lover
Winner of the
Fallot Literary Award for Fiction.
Adrian Ross is a surrogate
sex therapist who has all of the answers—and all of the control. He thinks
he's seen and done it all, but he's never met a woman like Sarah. A woman who
can shake his control to the core. A woman who can make him do the unthinkable.
Excerpt...
© 1996 by Doreen DeSalvo
The woman who opened the door was tiny, with honey-brown hair and huge blue eyes
that dominated her waifish face. She looked him in the eye for a second, then
nervously glanced away.
"You must be Dr. Ross," she said.
He smiled, even though she wasn't looking at him. "Call me Adrian. And you
must be Sarah."
She nodded, then stepped back from the doorway. "Come in."
He shut the door behind him and followed her down the short hallway and into a
room. Her bedroom. As if she expected him to get straight to work. Before he could
speak, she turned to face him. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"Of course." She could ask, but if it was too personal, he might not
answer. After all, he was here as a therapist.
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
She let out a breath in an audible rush of air. "Good."
"Why is it important to you?"
She shrugged and looked away.
"Sarah, if I'm going to help you, I need you to be honest with me."
"If you had a girlfriend, I wouldn't...I couldn't...it just wouldn't be right."
She couldn't even say the words, give the act a name. No wonder she couldn't enjoy
it. "This isn't an issue of right or wrong, Sarah. I'm here to help you.
All you have to do is concentrate on what feels good to you."
"Nothing feels good to me. Didn't Dr. Lansing tell you that?"
In a few minutes, he'd show her just how good she could feel. "No, she didn't."
He moved to the bed and sat down on the edge. Before he could ask her to join
him, she came over and sat next to him, not touching but close.
She gave a nervous little cough, as if her throat was dry. "You're not what
I expected."
"What did you expect?"
She thought for a moment. "I don't know. But I didn't expect tall, dark,
and handsome."
"I'm not that tall."
She laughed, a brief, quickly stifled laugh, as if she was afraid to let her feelings
out. Typical. He patted her thigh reassuringly.
She turned toward him and slowly, cautiously, brought her hand up to rest on his
shoulder. "I guess you want to get started."
He took her hand from his shoulder and lifted it to his lips for a gentle kiss.
She didn't pull away, even though her hand shook. God, her tentativeness was sweet,
and arousing more than his protective instincts. Surprising. He usually controlled
his arousal, decided consciously when to let his body react. "We don't have
to rush things. I'd rather wait until you feel comfortable. Until you're ready."
"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
He'd heard that before. It meant that she wasn't ready at all. "Just relax.
We don't need to do anything tonight, if you don't want to."
She raised her chin, looking like a brave martyr going to the guillotine. "I'd
rather get it over with."
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