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Five years ago Rick Wilson was a graduate student participating in Dr. Sarah Dalton's experiments on the male sexual response — as a subject. Now he's back with his own Ph.D. and a deep understanding of the female orgasm. The heat between them still simmers just below the surface and Rick is determined to have her. But he soon discovers Sarah has sexual hang-ups of her own. Luckily, curing them is the well-known "Dr. Feelgood's" area of expertise.
"The scenes where Sarah allows herself to enjoy some tender loving from Rick are very nice and so steamy. These two are perfect for each other regardless of the age barrier Sarah tries to place between them. Alice Gaines has written an insightful story between two mature people who show their love and appreciation for each other in DR. FEELGOOD." --Katie, Romance Junkies
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Feelgood She stood and stared at him—at the strong jaw and sensuous lips. The dark hair that brushed his ears. The green-blue eyes, so clear and deep. He’d been handsome before. Now he was temptation personified. He let his gaze wander over her and his nostrils flared. “I want you, Dr. Sarah Dalton. I have for over five years.” “You switched disciplines because you want me?” “I also took an interest in the work. Not much holds more appeal than figuring out what gives a woman a really good orgasm.” Of course. Dr. Feelgood. In only a few years he’d earned an international reputation in the field. That had impressed her staff the most about him. So many researchers discounted the female orgasm—and not all of them men. He’d carved out a niche for himself and had gone on to fill it brilliantly. Dr. F. H. Wilson had an excellent understanding of what excited women. Rick Wilson had all the equipment to put theory into action. Her knees almost buckled at the thought. “So I switched disciplines, changed schools and got my Ph.D.,” he said. “After that, logic sent me back to the world’s best lab in the human sexual response. And to its head researcher.” “Me.” Her voice had gone breathy again. Damn, how would she get it under control? “We have a lot to work through, Sarah. I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.” No, this was insane. He couldn’t mean an affair with her. He was a young man, just approaching the prime of his life. She kept herself fit but her forty-one-year-old body couldn’t compare to the younger women on her staff. Her staff? Dr. Feelgood could have any woman he wanted with his good looks and the sex appeal that radiated off him. Add to that the fact that he’d made it his life’s work to study how to satisfy a lover and that he was probably the most attractive man on the planet. He couldn’t possibly prefer a woman old enough to have been his babysitter. He gave her a look that would melt a lesser female. “So you’re throwing a party for me tonight.” Crap, she was. A welcome for Dr. F. H. Wilson. The entire staff would be there, along with spouses and assorted significant others. Rick Wilson would visit her in her own house while dozens of people watched. Her colleagues. People with whom she had to maintain decorum. Even authority. If only she’d known. She could have arranged someplace less intimate than where she lived. No help for it now. She glanced at her watch. With everything she had to do, she wouldn’t even have time for her vibrator. Damn, damn, damn. “Earl gave me directions to your place,” Rick said. He grasped her wrist and turned it until he could read her watch. “I’ll see you there in about two hours.” She pulled her hand back and straightened. “Until then.” He pushed away from the counter and walked to the doorway. When he got there he turned back briefly and stared at her. A feral, hungry look entered his eyes, as if he couldn’t decide whether to smile at her or devour her alive. The smile won out—for the moment. Then he turned and left. She absentmindedly rubbed her wrist where his fingers had touched while she willed her breath back to normal. No man had any right to be that sexy. |
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