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  He placed her hands on the counter in front of her. “If you move them, I’ll stop.”

  “Stop wha…” Her words trailed off as she heard his belt come undone, his zipper sliding down… then finally the sound of his pants dropping to the floor. As she looked over her shoulder, she could see Decland reach forward. She could feel her skirt loosen around her waist as he slid her zipper down. The fabric surrounding her hips followed his pants to the floor. She stood before him completely naked in just her stiletto snakeskin heels. Warmth seeped into her back as his body came up against hers, his erection pressing up between them.

  “Keep your hands there,” he instructed as he started pulling back her hips, forcing her to bend over. As he pressed his hand to the small of her back, she arched for him. The deep purr of approval rumbling from him showed her exactly what her naked body was doing to him.

  She bent lower, her chin nearly level with the countertop. Decland stood behind her running his hands over her back, bending low and cupping her breasts. He made no move to slip inside her like she suspected he would do. Instead, he nudged her legs farther apart with his thigh. His fingers dug into her ass like it already belonged to him. Ever so slowly, his body slid down her legs as he dropped to his knees behind her. What the fuck? What the hell was he doing? Here she was, spread out like a platter, and all she wanted was for him to plow the hell out of her. As she started to straighten, a sharp slap came down on her ass.

  “I thought I told you not to move.”

  “What are you doing?” She couldn’t help but be curious about what was going to happen to her body.

  Another stinging slap, a biting sting; but as he rubbed his hands over her tender flesh, she found that her sensitive skin was on fire for his touch. Wetness coated her thighs as she bent over once more.

  “Good girl,” he praised.

  Just as Addison bent fully, Decland ran his tongue over her swollen core. Licking her little slit, parting her with his lips, he sucked on her tender folds giving her only enough pressure to spur on her craving for more. The sounds slipping past her lips were unintelligible. She spread her legs wider, wishing she could reach down and run her hands through his hair, but it was impossible. He was behind her on his knees fucking her with his tongue. The gliding pressure of his tongue sliding in and out of her only made the need for his hard length that much stronger. As she started to rock back with her hips, she couldn’t help but look down between her legs at Decland’s naked body. While one hand was firmly planted on her hip guiding her over his talented mouth, the other was running furiously over his shaft with quick jerking movements. Each time she voiced her pleasure, his answering growl of approval vibrated through her core causing wetness to coat her inner thighs. His hand slid up and down his cock faster and faster.

  “Decland,” she panted, “I need more. Please. More.” Her words came out like needy pleading.

  He paused. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” He staggered to his feet. “Turn around.”

  Addison stood straight on shaky legs. Her knees felt stiff after her muscles were locked for so long. Even still, she was swollen with need. As she turned around to face him, his eyes were a dark storm of desire. He looked her up and down like a lion hunting prey. Suddenly, he stepped forward, his chest pressing into her, their skin covered in a sheen of sweat. They glided easily against each other as he backed her up against the counter. His hands found their way to her bare ass. With a light squeeze, he lifted her, placing her in the middle of the island. Her knees fell open, welcoming him. Addison’s eyes widened as he palmed himself, positioning his ridged cock at her opening.

  He smiled down at her. “Are you ready for this? Knowing it’s me, knowing exactly who I am?”

  Addison nodded, swallowing hard she leaned back on her hands, spreading her legs. Even with the cold granite seeping into her skin, her body was on fire for him. As the engorged head of his shaft rubbed up against her opening, she moaned, loving the feeling of skin to skin with nothing between them. He pushed forward, only giving her the tip of what she wanted before pulling back out. He circled her clit, rubbing the large head of his cock over her, again pushing in just enough to torture then retreating to tease her over-stimulated nub. This torturous rhythm continued until Addison was lying back on the counter, her back arched, her legs wrapped around his waist, squeezing him to her. Begging him to just give her a bit more. She was on the verge of coming, standing on the razor’s edge of orgasm.

  “Fuck, Decland, I’m going to come!” she cried out.

  “Don’t you dare, not yet.” He slammed into her, filling her completely. She lost her breath, the feeling of being stretched around him sending shock waves through her limbs. He began a leisurely rhythm that would allow her to adjust to his size.

  “Sit up, baby.” His voice was breathy and smooth.

  Addison pulled herself up. She was nose to nose with him. He leaned in, tenderly placing a whisper of a kiss on her lips. As his fingers wound in her hair, his eyes never wavered from hers as he pumped steadily in and out of her.

  “Look down. Watch what I’m doing to you. Watch how hard you make me.”

  With her pulse hammering in her veins, she allowed her eyes to drift down over his well-muscled chest, past his flat stomach to the V-shape at his hips to his amazing length sliding easily into her core. He was coated in her pleasure, and the sight drove her wild. As she watched, she couldn’t help but squeeze her thighs, pulling him deeper with each thrust. It was one of the most erotic moments of her life—feeling the fullness with each penetrating glide and watching how wet he was making her.

  As the sight of the two of them joined together became too much, her inner walls began to squeeze him. The moan that escaped her lips did not sound like her. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Letting loose, she flung her arms around his barrel chest and squeezed him to her.

  “Do you want to come, Peach?”

  “Please!” she cried out, the sound of her plea echoing around the kitchen. Decland increased his pace. Like a piston, he repeatedly plunged into her until all that could be heard was the sound of their heavy breathing and his skin slapping up against hers. It was in that quiet moment that Addison let go. Falling off the edge of pleasure into an orgasm so strong, her blood rushed from her head straight to the muscles wrapped around him, begging him for his cum. Decland leaned into her, his thrust bouncing her off the counter. His pace became frantic and broken as he reached under her ass, pulled her up and speared into her one last time. He held her there as his shaft pulsed heavily into her, releasing his hot seed deep within. His back arched, his hair a damp mess falling around his chiseled face. Addison brushed the wayward locks away from his forehead only to have them fall back into place the moment she dropped her hand. Tenderly, he leaned in, nuzzling her neck with light kisses.

  Addison sighed. “That was amazing.”

  Decland chuckled as he slid his still-hard length from her. She squirmed with the loss of fullness. He bent, reaching for his shirt. She watched nervously thinking he was going to get dressed and leave her there, sore and dripping with his cum. Pulling the shirt across his chest, he dried himself off and tossed it over his shoulder.

  It was like he already owned her kitchen. He stood there proudly, his still-hard length jutting out from between his legs. The motherfucking V. Holding his arms out, he looked up at her questioningly. “See something you like?”

  “Clearly.” She rolled her eyes.

  With quick movements, he caught her off guard, scooping her up off the counter, then began walking from the kitchen. With a squeal, her arms flailed. “Where are we going?”

  His large legs ate up the distance between her kitchen and the stairs that led to the second floor. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. You need to be reminded again.”

  “Reminded of what?”

  His deep, masculine, woodsy sent invaded her senses. “To whom that wonderful little pussy belongs to. Oh… and Addison?”

  “Yes?
” She peeked up at him as he began to climb the stairs.

  “You’re fired.”

  Chapter 13

  “What the hell have you been doing?” Jeffrey’s eyes were wide, looking Addison up and down like she was wearing a tube top and sweats.

  “Hello, Jeffrey. Good morning. Nice to see you.” Addison laughed as she strolled by him. Decland’s fresh brewed coffee in one hand, her oversized Louis Vuitton work bag in the other.

  As Addison opened her office door and began to settle in, she could hear Jeffrey’s chair slide away from his desk. His footsteps quickly followed behind her. All she could do was smile and plop in her chair, feeling completely relaxed and unhinged.

  As he fluttered into her office, he stopped just in front of her desk, one hand on his hip, the other tapping his finger on his lip as if he were studying her. “You’ve had sex, and not just like ‘sex’ sex. But like… good sex.”

  The bubble of laughter that Addison let loose felt effortless. “Is it that obvious?”

  His face lit up as he clapped his hands together, bouncing on the spot. His three-piece gray suit with pink pinstripes seemed to go perfectly with the excited discussion. His blond hair bounced messily. He paused for a moment taking a deep breath, running his hands through his hair trying to force it back into its flawless, slicked back look. “Your skin is glowing and your hair is shiny. Only sex does that to you.”

  “Ewww. It’s weird that you know that.”

  He rolled his eyes. “What don’t I know about you? Hello?”

  “True,” Addison conceded with a chuckle.

  “Was it Collin? I’m thinking it was Collin.”

  “How do you know about Collin? Did I tell you about him?”

  “Um, no. But…” He trailed off, pointing to the obscenely large bouquet of flowers sitting on the corner of her desk. Perfect Calla lilies sat in a clean cylindrical tube with small blue marbles at the bottom. They belonged in her office with their trumpet-like elegance.

  Addison reached over and plucked the card from bouquet. A date with one man and a night spent fucking another was not something she would normally do. Guilt momentarily riddled her. She shook her head, dismissing it. She hadn’t committed to either of them. It wasn’t likely that either of them would commit to her. “You read the card?”

  “Duh.” Again with the eye roll and a laugh that held not an ounce of shame as he glided into the chair across from her desk.

  “Good to know I have privacy.” She placed her hands behind her head, leaning back in her chair.

  Jeffrey’s eyes rounded. “I know your time of the month, your schedule, your favorite color, food, brand of tampons and taste in men. Do you think privacy would allow me to know all those things? It must’ve been like Olympic-medal-worthy sex. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this calm and unobservant.”

  Addison sighed with a smile. She shrugged, not saying a word. For some reason, what happened between her and Decland was something she wanted to keep to herself. At least for now. Jeffrey squinted his eyes at her, studying her face.

  “I know you’re not going to tell me anything, but just so you know, I’ll figure it out.”

  Addison laughed. “I have no doubt that you will.”

  He sighed. “I can see this is not going to get me anywhere.”

  “Nope.”

  “Then let’s talk about your schedule and this weekend.”

  Addison nodded. She attempted to focus, but all she could see was Decland’s abs contracting as he pumped into her, the way his chest brushed hers, his grunts in her ear…

  “Um, hello? Earth to Addison.” Jeffrey waved his hand in front of her face.

  Her eyes focused on him. “Sorry,” she said quickly as she cleared her throat. “What did you say?”

  “I said, have you decided what you’re wearing to the benefit and if you’re taking anyone? Like maybe Collin?”

  Addison sighed. For sure, Collin would be a great choice to take, but she had no idea what this thing was between her and Decland. Ultimately, once they had gotten over the physical connection it would end. “No, I’m flying solo. Just make sure that Neely is at my table.”

  He nodded. “Why do you two always go to this thing by yourselves each year?”

  “It’s a benefit for mental health. It’s not like a gala or anything.”

  Jeffrey crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair giving her a level stare. “Do you wear a fancy gown?”

  “Yes.”

  “Is there dinner, drinks, music, dancing?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does this function get attention from New York high society and the media?”

  “Um… yes,” she replied hesitantly.

  “Then, honey, it’s a gala. We’ll have you prepared and ready for page six of the Post.” He wagged his eyebrows with a mischievous smile.

  “If you say so.” She giggled. “Now what’s on the agenda for the rest of the day?”

  Jeffrey rose from the chair, gave her the one minute sign with his finger, quickly left the room and was back a second later with the appointment book. As he turned the pages, he straightened his posture like he was shifting back into professional mode. “First, I cleared your morning from nine until twelve to answer some e-mails, schedule things for the benefit and go through interview questions for next week’s radio appearance. Oh, and you have a conference call with your literary agent in there. He wants to know how the new book is coming along.”

  The thought of her latest book brought her mind back to Decland and his very talented cock. If it wasn’t for that book, she never would’ve met him. Jeffrey snapped his fingers in front of her face.

  “Focus,” he chided.

  Addison dropped her hands as began taking notes and reading her computer. “Okay, what else?”

  “Then we have a new patient at twelve. Michelle Tolly.”

  “What’s her background?”

  “I’m not entirely sure. This is the patient that Dr. Thurgood asked you to see, so I haven’t gotten the normal information.”

  Addison dropped her pen then began rubbing her head. Doctor Thurgood would be all over her about this. Nonetheless, the woman needed her help. “Right, I spoke to him about her a couple days ago. Have her fill out our paperwork when she comes in.”

  “Will do.”

  “For the rest of the day?”

  “Late lunch at one with yours truly.”

  Addison smiled. “That sounds amazing.”

  Jeffrey leaned in. “Your treat of course.”

  “But of course.” She rolled her eyes.

  “Then we have Jenna at two-thirty. And at three more follow ups after that.”

  “Sounds like a good day.” Addison sighed.

  Jeffrey rose from the chair and started for the door then paused just inside the doorway. “Oh, and Decland Wallace called just before you got here and canceled all of his appointments.”

  Addison tried for nonchalant. “You don’t say?”

  “Yup, said something about no longer being a patient of yours and that you know why.”

  She turned from his probing eyes, opening her e-mail, using the computer so she wouldn’t have to look at him directly. “I guess he’s looking for a new therapist.”

  “He also left you a message.”

  Though she only saw him hours ago, her heart began to race at the thought of him. Her fingers trembled as she moved the mouse around her computer screen trying to remember what she was doing. “What did it say?”

  Jeffrey cleared his throat dramatically. “It said, and I quote, until next time.”

  It was the same way he’d signed the note he’d left by her bed. It was a promise of more to come. It was a declaration that he wasn’t done with her just yet. The deep ache she felt between her legs at those three little words was a sign she wasn’t done yet, either.

  “What does that mean?” he questioned.

  Addison shrugged. “I have no idea.”

  “Sure you don
’t.” With that, he walked out, returning to his desk.

  ***

  Never before had Decland’s balls been so sore. The fuckers were running on empty, but even now, the thought of Addison could make him hard once again. It was overwhelming to be with her. She was the perfect combination of bossy and submissive, giving him exactly what he wanted while taking what she needed. Hell, he was even reluctant to shower not wanting to wash away the feminine scent covering his body. Standing in the elevator for her office, he knew he probably purposely missed a spot or two with the soap after he’d left her apartment this morning. As he fidgeted with the cuff of his black suit coat, he had to admit he’d dressed to impress her, knowing that he was going to surprise her at work today.

  As the doors to the elevator parted, he stepped into exterior hall that would lead to the waiting room of her office. With a small bouquet of colorful flowers in hand, he took a deep breath trying to calm his racing heart. He wasn’t sure if she would like this little surprise, but the thought of waiting to see her was making him more impatient.

  Once he entered the empty waiting room, he could see that Jeffrey was hard at work typing away. Addison’s office door sat open. He could hear her banging away on her computer as well. Classical music was playing from the small speaker perched on Jeffrey’s desk. As the office door slid closed with a light click, Jeffrey looked up. Jeffrey’s eyes rounded in surprise then his entire face morphed into a passive professional mask.

  “Mr. Wallace, what can I do for you?”

  Decland stepped up to Jeffrey’s desk. “Is Doctor Tyler in?”

  Jeffrey’s eyes slid to the flowers he held at his side. “I’m sorry. She’s occupied at the moment.”

  Decland could feel his face fall. He didn’t think he’d be this disappointed if he didn’t see her. “Oh, well, could you please tell her I stopped—”

  “Decland?” Addison’s warm voice cut him off. “What are you doing here?”