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  I’m anything but good but I’m sure you already knew that. Another message followed that one immediately. What are you up to, Peach?

  Should I tell him? She was torn. Should she tell Decland she was out on a date? Would he be mad? Would he even care at all? She turned to look at Collin who patiently listened as the waitress repeated his order back to him.

  Once she turned away, he focused on Addison. “I’m sorry. Where were we?”

  Addison swallowed the nervous bubble in her throat. “You were asking me what kind of therapist I am. I think.”

  “Oh, right. Yes. So, when Neely didn’t mention what you did, I Googled you.”

  She could feel her eyebrows raise in surprise. “What did you find out?”

  “You’re rather famous, Doctor Tyler,” he teased with a smile. “Or should I say… notorious.”

  Addison couldn’t help but laugh. “I could be a little of both. But I think more notorious than anything.”

  “You work seems…” He trailed off.

  Here it comes. My work seems trite, interesting, or worse, a waste of time.

  “It seems rather innovative,” he finished.

  The waitress came back to the table, placing the drinks in front of them. Addison took the moment to answer Decland. Even if this thing between them was doomed to fail, Addison always spoke honestly. I’m on a date actually.

  That’s interesting, I never thought of you as a two men kind of woman.

  She replied quickly, leaning away from the waitress as she splashed half of Addison’s glass of wine on the table. I didn’t realize I had two men. It’s a first date.

  And here I was under the impression that I am one of the two men.

  Decland was a man and a half. He was rough, rugged and commanding. Addison looked up at the waitress, not wanting to be rude. “Thank you.”

  Collin pressed his napkin to the table sopping up some of his Scotch and the rest of Addison’s wine. Addison pitied the poor girl. She seemed new at this job, and his good looks weren’t helping to ease her nerves. After they ordered, he continued, “Yes, I found some of your work. That paper you published in the Medical Review about the direct relation between the loss of intimacy and divorce was fascinating.”

  Her cheeks heated with the compliment. “You read that?”

  He took sip of his drink, nodding. “Admittedly, I only read half before I had to come and meet up with you. But I will be finishing it before the end of the night.”

  Collin Reed was perfect husband material. He was handsome, well spoken, highly educated and did she mention perfect? She smiled, feeling like he might be her ticket to forgetting Decland Wallace. “I feel like I didn’t come prepared for this date at all. You studied up on me.”

  “Well, I’ve always tried to be on top of things.” He smiled.

  Addison laughed. “Next time, I’ll be sure to study up on you.”

  He leaned in, whispering, “I like the idea of a next time. Do you ever find that first dates can be awkward?”

  Her phone shook again telling her that Decland was vying for her attention. “They can be so awkward.”

  He leaned back. “I don’t feel like we’re doing too bad, though.”

  She glanced down at her text message quickly. He might have your attention now, but don’t forget who that hot little pussy of yours belongs to.

  With one text she could feel the throbbing need for Decland deep between her legs. She smiled up at Collin. Swallowing hard, her voice came out a bit shaky. “I don’t think we’re doing bad at all.”

  “Great.”

  Though she wanted to pay attention to Collin, Decland was claiming her thoughts. “Could I just have a minute? One of my patients is messaging me. I’d just like to answer quickly. If that’s all right?”

  “Yes, please do. That’s what I like about being a surgeon. We’re there just for the cutting part.” He chuckled.

  “If only it were that easy with my job.” Addison laughed. “But some of my patients are complicated.”

  She quickly typed her response to Decland. As far as I know it belongs to me.

  Not anymore. Send me a picture of your panties. He was nothing if not demanding.

  What? Why?

  Because I want to make sure that they’re perfectly intact when I rip them off later.

  She tried to hide her shock from her he date sitting across from her as she typed her response. What do you mean later?

  I’ll be at your house in two hours. Make yourself available. Send picture now. I’m hard and need to remind my dick why I shouldn’t be jerking off to your memory right now.

  She placed the phone on the seat next to her thigh then looked up at Collin. Her palms were clammy with nerves. What the hell was she going to do? His smile was warm and calm. It didn’t illicit a feeling of need or excitement.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yes, absolutely.”

  Their food arrived in a flutter of clanging plates and a volley of apologies. Collin was preoccupied, pouring parmesan cheese over his pasta… it was now or never. Addison slid her phone between her legs, clicked a picture of her now damp, dark red panties and quickly sent it to Decland.

  A two word text flashed across the screen. Good Girl. Followed by a commanding Two Hours.

  As she bit into her food, she barely felt the mushroom ravioli burn the roof of her mouth. She swallowed hard. Both dread and excitement ran through her body. Was he angry, or was he going to make her pay? Oh, shit, I’m in trouble.

  Chapter 12

  According to Addison, there were only two things ice cream was good for: cooling down on a hot summer day, or trying to calm the fuck down. Nervous? Eat ice cream. Excited? Eat ice cream. Scared? Ice cream was the answer. Pissed period moment? Ice cream it. Waiting for one ticked off fuckable bastard, add chocolate and down that shit like you were in Mexico chugging tequila. At one point, she was eating it so fast, brain freeze set in like she’d laid her temple on a block of ice.

  The only sounds that filled the room were the spoon scraping the bottom of the bowl and the occasional sigh. If all she’d focused on tonight was her date with Collin, she might be happy. He was polite, a complete gentleman and everything she was looking for. Everything except what her lady bits craved. It was like Decland had taken over her body and was the only one who could give her what she needed. The delicate chiming of her doorbell sent her heart racing. Her pulse hammered in her veins with each step she took toward the door. As she pulled the door open, Decland stood leaning up against the door jamb, his usually bright emerald eyes holding a hint of darkness that she’d never seen before. What was even more jarring was his tightly controlled style seemed to be slipping. There was no suit coat, only a white button down shirt, left open at the collar. His charcoal pants hung straight to the ground and fell perfectly over his black dress shoes.

  “Hello, Addison.” His voice was slow and methodical, like he was controlling every syllable.

  Breathless with anticipation, she whispered, “Hi.”

  Reaching out, he ran his hand along her neck, his thumb pressing just below her ear. Her whole body froze as the warmth of his touch seeped into her skin and drifted down toward her aching breasts. They yearned for him. A small sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. His lips curved, showing a flash of his perfectly white teeth before he dropped his hand and walked past her heading straight for the kitchen. Addison closed the door, then turned to follow him.

  She could tell he was in a dark mood. Something was going to happen tonight… but what? Would they fight? Would they make love until she couldn’t walk straight? Her throbbing core yearned for the latter. With a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and walked into the kitchen wearing a confidence she didn’t feel. She didn’t want him to know the war that was raging inside of her. She turned, leaning up against the counter, blocking his view of her ice cream buffet.

  “What are you doing here, Decland? If I’m going to be your therapist, we can’t keep doing t
his. It’s not right.”

  As he circled the island in the center of the kitchen, he ran his fingers over the granite, his eyes never wavering from hers. He ignored her previous comment. “How was your date tonight?”

  She swallowed, not really wanting to talk about other men with him. “It was fine.”

  As his predator-like steps led him to stand right in front of her, her chest began to heave as her breath quickened. They stood nearly chest-to-chest, his calm steady breath meeting her excited exhales. He leaned in closer.

  “Just ‘fine’? I have a picture of your damp panties on my phone. Was that for me or for him?” he hissed. His jaw so close to hers, she could feel the slight stubble graze her cheek.

  Her eyes slid closed savoring the feel of him. When she looked up, all she saw was the white ceiling as she arched her neck back wanting his lips on every inch of her skin. “For you,” she breathed.

  Suddenly, he stepped away. The lost warmth of his body left hers cold and wanting. “Is that so?”

  She nodded as she watched him unbutton his sleeves and roll them up, exposing his toned forearms. The muscles in his chiseled jaw popped as he ground his teeth. “Are you ready for this, Addison?” He palmed his erection through his pants, showing her how hard he was for her. “Are you ready for me?”

  Just the thought of his stiff cock made her inner core clench. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs. “Oh, yes,” she whispered, never taking her eyes off of the stiffness that caused his pants to pitch a tent.

  “Very well.” He reached into his pocket pulling out a folded piece of paper and placed it on the island, sliding it toward her.

  “What’s this?” She lifted the paper to take a quick look at it.

  He took a small step toward her. “It’s my medical records, showing a clean bill of health.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Your purse spilled across the floor last night. I know you’re on the pill. And I know I’m completely clean. I got checked a few weeks ago.” She could feel his eyes moving over her face as she studied the paper.

  “What am I supposed to do with this?”

  He grabbed the paper out of her hand and tossed it over his shoulder. It silently fluttered to the floor. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll forget every man you’ve ever been with. Including your fine date tonight—”

  She started to cut him off. “But we didn’t—” He placed a finger over her lips, silencing her.

  “And only when I’m ready will you feel my cock, my cum, inside you. Because Addison,” he paused making sure to catch her eye, “that little cunny of yours belongs to me. And I don’t want you to forget it.”

  His words resonated low in her belly. Her inner walls clenched, wanting only him. Holy shit, I think I just came. Decland Wallace was a walking sex god. She was convinced this man was put on earth to torture women. She nodded unable to speak.

  He smiled, a low chuckle rumbling deeply. “Good. Now that we have that settled…” He placed his hands on both sides of her, caging her in, forcing her back against the counter. “Is this the blouse you wore on your little date?”

  “Yes, I like it.”

  “Pity.” He reached up with both hands grabbing the middle of the shirt. With one powerful yank, the delicate buttons that held the silky burgundy fabric were gone. Her matching sheer lace bra was all that stood between them. “So beautiful.”

  He hands drifted over her stomach and up her rib cage, finally settling over her aching breasts. His thumb brushed over her already hard nipple, teasing, torturing, giving her only enough pressure to excite, not to satisfy her need. She arched into his hands. Presenting her chest to him, she silently begged for more. He leaned into her, his tongue flicking over her cleavage, leaving a trail of warm kisses as his hands continued massaging her tenderly.

  Addison craved him, craved the feel of skin to skin. With shaky hands, she unbuttoned each of his buttons. Pushing his shirt open, she moaned a little as her fingers ran over the coiled ridges of his stomach, allowing her nails to leave a small, red trail up down his chest. Decland pressed into her, forcing her still bra-clad breasts up against his tanned skin. With a quick move, he pulled her shirt down her arms, letting it fall to the floor at their feet. Suddenly, the clasp of her bra was loose and sliding down her arms. Before the lingerie hit the tile, his chest was pressed up against hers, giving Addison the contact she wanted. The hard plans of his chest brushed against her nipples as he moved. With a small cry, she ran her nails down his back. His hands were everywhere all at once—in her hair, on her throat, across her back. All the while his mouth roamed over her skin.

  In the frenzy of it all, he stopped and looked her in the eye, the silence between them heavy with unsaid words. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. Tenderly at first. His fingers spread through her hair as he held her in place, his body pressed up against her. She couldn’t move as he slid his tongue between her lips. Addison’s knees nearly gave out as his flavor assailed her. His tongue, smooth and soft like silk, began a tangled dance with her own. A low moan rumbled deep in his throat. It was a sound of pleasure, of want, of satisfaction.

  As she allowed her hand to slide lower to his firm ass, she clung to him, letting him fuck her mouth with his tongue. The wetness between her legs had already soaked through her panties and still she wanted more. As his tongue drifted over her lips and down her neck, he left a path of nibbling, stinging nips. It was like he read her mind, doing exactly what she needed his mouth to do, sucking and nipping at her nipples, sending her body into a frenzy.

  He hovered over the little peaks, teasing her. He looked up, his hair in the usual just-fucked mess, dark waves falling into his eyes. “Do you want my mouth on these?”

  “Oh, God, yes.” She arched her back trying to force them closer to his lips. His tongue darted out for only a moment, wetting the aching tip. He blew a small stream of air across them, and Addison cried out in pleasure… or frustration. She didn’t know. All she knew was she wanted him to touch them—wanted his mouth, his hands, everywhere.

  “Show me.”

  “Show you what?” Her patience was slipping. Either he was going to give her exactly what she wanted, or she was going to strip him down and fuck him on this floor here and now.

  “Show me what you want me to do to this beautiful bud of yours.” He ran his thumb over them, causing her to squirm.

  This was something Addison had never done before. Hesitantly, she cupped her breast and began to massage them.

  A slow smile spread across his lips. “Is that all you want?”

  “No.” The answer came out a frustrated moan. “I want your mouth on me.”

  “Then show me.”

  “I can’t.” This little game of his wasn’t getting her to her orgasm any faster.

  He reached past her, grabbing the chocolate syrup off the counter. Addison watched as he squeezed a small line from her nipple to the top of her breast. “Now show me how you want me to use my mouth on you.”

  Addison’s eyes went wide. Even still, she cupped her breasts. Ever so slowly, her tongue slid out of her mouth meeting the rich flavor as she followed the trail down her breast toward her aching nipple. She peeked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, locking with his intense gaze. His wide eyed gaze watched her every move. When she got to the tip of her breast, she allowed her tongue to linger. Sucking the peak between her lips, she moaned at the pleasure she felt.

  “God almighty.” His jaw dropped. He swallowed hard as he ran a line of chocolate up her other breast. Nodding toward the mess he’d made, silently instructing her to do it again. She could see his chest rising and falling with each excited breath he took. Turning her attention toward the other breast, she began to do the same thing. More of the liquid coated her chest. When her mouth drifted over her sensitive peak once more, she was met with his searching lips. Each of them licked the sweet, rich taste off of her skin, their tongues meetin
g again and again as every drop was cleaned away.

  Addison could feel his hands trailing up her legs, his fingers squeezing into her thighs. Each time he pressed into her, she wound her fingers in his hair and tugged ever so slightly. With his mouth on her nipples and his hands on her thighs, she was whirl of incoherent sounds and only one thought. As his fingers toyed with edge of her panties just outside of where she wanted him, her legs began to shake in anticipation. Decland tugged the delicate fabric, sliding her underwear to the side exposing her wet, swollen flesh to the cool air. Addison could feel her tender skin part around his finger as he slid it over her.

  “Oh, baby, you’re so ready for me.” He leaned back, looking down at her. The electricity between them exploded as she clung to his arm, urging him to do more. With his other hand, he reached under her skirt, grabbed the thin line of fabric that circled her hip, and ripped her panties free from her body.

  Addison was completely mindless, only wanting him inside of her as soon as possible. Her body curled around his arm as he slid his finger inside of her. She cried out, her hips bucking up toward his hand with each pleasing thrust. Once his thumb began to circle her swollen clit, she knew she was done for, her orgasm building with each circling thrust. Her muscles began to coil; her nails dug into his shoulder. A sheen of sweat covered her body as she began to shake with acute desire. It was too much and not enough all at once. She moaned, throwing her head back as she climbed higher and her body came apart under his touch. She could hear his heavy grunt of approval in her ear as he milked every last ripple of pleasure from her quivering canal. Each wave of ecstasy only made her want him more. As she drifted down from the screaming orgasm, the only thing she could think was… more.

  He stepped back from her, breathless, his eyes running over her body. “That one was for you. The next one is mine, and you won’t come until I tell you to.”

  Addison raised her eyebrows. Is this how he likes things to go? She couldn’t help but be completely intrigued by his commanding ways. Before she could answer, he was on her again, forcing his tongue past her lips to tangle with hers. The chocolatey flavor still hung on his lips as he kissed her within an inch of her life. Suddenly, he pulled away, spinning her around so his stiff cock was pressed through his pants into her backside.