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  Addison could see his cock begin to lengthen under his black trousers. He wants me to do it to him again. “But what was it exactly that drove you wild?”

  “Oh, God, she was completely open, letting go of everything and just giving into the moment. Have you ever felt that?”

  Addison’s eyes widened. Have I ever felt that? Only with you, and it was fucking amazing. “We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. What made her seem open? Was there a particular point during this whole thing that stands out to you?”

  He swallowed audibly. “When I sat in that chair and told her to ride me, there wasn’t any hesitation.” His eyes bore into hers as he described their love making, his tongue darting over his lips, wetting them.

  Addison could barely contain herself. Their night spent together had been the ride of her life. Her depraved body was craving a repeat performance. Desire to feel him move over her tugged deep within her core. She wanted to feel the press of his skin sliding against hers. She could almost feel the deep, satisfying, relentless pounding she knew he could give her. The yearning for him was like an emptiness waiting to be filled. Leaning forward, she felt her tongue run over her lips like she was waiting for him to pounce on top of her.

  “It was the most perfect tight little pussy you’d ever feel. And when she came…” He bit his fist his white teeth flashing as he sighed. “It was like having my cock massaged from base to tip. I came so hard, my balls practically begged for more.”

  As his words flowed freely between them, she could feel his pulsing cock push at her inner walls, like the memory was enough to trigger the sensation. It had been the best sex of her life, and here sat the stranger that she’d done it with, only now he was no longer a stranger. “How did she feel about it?”

  He looked over at her, his eyes desolate. “I don’t know. But I’m trying to find out.”

  “Wha—” Her timer went off the moment she started her next question.

  He sighed, visibly agitated. “Until our next meeting then.” He rose to his feet, his hard shaft standing tall. Still, he looked at her unabashed.

  Addison stood on shaky legs. “Yes, until next time.” She extended her hand toward him. With that small contact, electricity shot through her veins and straight to hard nipples.

  He tugged her closer, her body barely a hair’s width away from his. She could feel the head of his cock brush up against her stomach. He leaned closer, his lips hovering near hers. “I look forward to it.”

  She closed her eyes, knowing he was about to kiss her, knowing he was about to shove his tongue down her mouth. Did she want him to? She didn’t know, but if she crossed that line now, there would be no going back. Once he touched her wanton body, she would be his. Suddenly, her body felt cold. She opened her eyes to find he’d stepped away. With a deep chuckle, he opened the door and walked out… leaving her completely unsatisfied and needing something to take the edge off.

  She fell back into her chair next to the leather couch, as the door clicked shut. She couldn’t help but look at the indent of where his tight ass had been just moments before. She heard the outer door to the office open and close as her walking orgasm left the building.

  “Holy fuck.”

  She was so turned on that her nipples actually hurt with need. Her core was so wet that she couldn’t sit comfortably. Only one thing to do. She slowly started to reach her hand downward…

  Chapter 8

  Decland stood in the hallway outside his therapist’s office, hard as a fucking steel pipe, with balls so blue he could feel the low aching beginning to build. I should’ve kissed her. He adjusted his still-hard length, sliding the head to point straight up. At this point, he’d never get rid of the cock-stand he was sporting, but he could at least hide it. Using his belt to hold it against his stomach, he untucked his button-down shirt to fall over his obvious erection. “Dammit.” He shoved his hands in his pockets searching for his keys. He needed to get home to relieve this tension ASAP.

  Front pockets, back pockets… no keys. “Fuck me,” he groaned, realizing he’d left his suit coat sitting on the arm of that leather couch. How could he walk back in there now? It had been a serious test in self-control the first time. He didn’t know if he could face her and her hard little nipples peeking out though that light gray blouse again. He’d nearly pinned her down and fucked her when she wet those luscious lips of hers. Now he had to go and face her again, that tightly corded little sex pot who was begging to be railed but refused to give in. Just go in, grab the damn jacket and leave. She was probably getting ready to lock up anyway.

  Gritting his teeth, he turned around and walked back through into the waiting room—no sign of her yet. Slowly, he walked up to her office door, listening for a moment. He heard a quiet sigh through the door. He knocked three quick rasps then entered, not waiting for an answer. He pushed the door open, trying to remain focused on getting his jacket. “Sorry, Doctor Tyler, just needed my—”

  That’s when he turned and looked at her for the first time. Sitting in that leather chair she used during their session, the one closest to the couch, her legs were spread open, her tiny, gray skirt pulled up over her thighs, exposing her from the waist down. Her chocolate eyes were wide with horror, but all he could see were those elegant fingers hovering over her core. They both knew what she’d been doing. A sense of victory went through his system. She’d been just as affected as he was. A slow smile spread across his lips. “Don’t let me stop you.”

  Addison huffed and began to close her legs, but before she could pull her hand away, Decland knew exactly what to say to get her to do what he wanted. “I dare you.”

  Once those words left his lips, he knew she wouldn’t back down. He casually walked over to the leather couch, sitting back down next to what turned out to be his now lucky jacket. Addison pursed her lips in determination. Slowly, she raised her heel-clad foot and placed it on the edge of the couch. Her legs spread wide, she turned the chair so he had a perfect view of what she was doing. His mouth went completely dry. He swallowed, trying to contain his astonishment. When her fingers started to glide over her slick folds, he nearly came in his pants. She closed her eyes and moaned low in her throat. He wanted nothing more than to whip out his cock and join her. But he knew if he did, this little session would be over before either of them could finish. No, this was about her. Hell if he’d stop her hot ass from coming in front of him.

  Her fingers rubbed over her clit faster and faster, her hips bucking up off the chair as she neared her peak. Still, he sat motionless, watching. “Slip your fingers in.” He couldn’t help but command. Her heavy-lidded eyes barely opened. As her tongue darted out of her mouth, she thrust two of her fingers inside. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips. His palms were sweating; his body shook with the effort it took to keep himself in place. “Now use that wetness. I want to see you come.”

  Addison nodded, her fingers sliding back up and over her clit. They began moving furiously, the muscles in her legs ridged as she neared orgasm.

  “That’s it, baby. I want to see it,” he whispered.

  Suddenly, her back arched up off the chair. Her eyes flashed wide as she cried out in pleasure. She continued to move her fingers over her sensitive clit as waves of pleasure washed through her system. She leaned back into the chair breathlessly, her heavy eyes landing on him.

  Decland stood and walked over to her chair. As he reached for the hand she’d just used on herself. He took his time, making his move slowly and gently. His movements were deliberate. He knew he couldn’t have her. But this he would take to memory. He took her hand and raised it to his mouth, sucking on each one of her fingers. He ran his tongue over them like she was an ice cream cone that needed savoring. “Mmmmm,” he purred. “Peach. My favorite.” Her eyes flashed wide with his little hint that he knew who she was. Grabbing his now-retrieved jacket, he tossed it over his shoulder. “Until next time.”

  He strolled out the door, frustrated with the kn
owledge that a business meeting would keep him from going directly home and jerking off more than once to the memory of her coming and the taste of her on his lips.

  Chapter 9

  I can’t believe I did that. Holy shit. Holy shit! Addison sat behind her desk, her head in her hands and her fingers rubbing circles through her hair. The damn bun had been pulled out the minute Decland had left the room. She could only imagine what she looked like—makeup smudged from sweating, hair a wild mess from her tugging at it, and her skirt was twisted the wrong way. “Oh, my God.”

  What am I doing? Throwing my career away for a fuckable bastard. That’s what I’m doing. Her mind was a whirl of negative thoughts, all centering around the fact that when Decland Wallace was around she couldn’t control her damn body. A light knock came at the door just as it had right before he barged in on her. “Decland, I really don’t…”

  She trailed off as one of her colleagues popped his head around the door. Addison shot to her feet. “Doctor Thurgood, what brings you down here?”

  Edwin Thurgood was a world renowned therapist. He’d worked with some of the most extremely disturbed cases, was published in multiple medical resources, sat on the medical review board and was the reason Addison chose to work in this building. His was the office that consumed the entire top floor and attracted attention from near and far. His gray eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he looked her up and down. I know I look like shit.

  A smile flashed across his face then was soon replaced by his normally somber face. “Doctor Tyler, I hope I’m not interrupting.” His light blue eyes were latched onto the panties sitting on her desk—the ones she’d taken off for Decland. Damn it!

  Her hands shook nervously as she quickly snagged them off her desk and shoved them into one of her drawers. “No, you’re not interrupting anything. What can I do for you?”

  As he shoved his hands into his khaki pants, he began to rock back on his heels. “Was that Decland Wallace?”

  Addison swallowed, the panic bubbling up her throat. Here she was trying not to get into trouble with the medical review board and her panties were sitting out for evidence against her. “Yes, it was.”

  “Is he a patient of yours?”

  Addison sat back in her chair squaring her shoulders. Now was the time to show no weakness, although she felt like getting away as fast as possible. “You know I can’t tell you that.”

  He shrugged, making his multicolored vest wrinkle up. “Very well. The reason I came down here is because I have a case I’d like to refer to you.”

  This was a new revelation. “I thought you weren’t fond of my practice.”

  For a moment, he looked taken aback as if she’d offended him, when in reality, two years ago, he was the one who questioned her methods and had the review board look into her practice and ethics. He pushed his glasses farther up his hook-like nose. “Well, we did a thorough investigation into your methods and found them to be helpful. Very alternative, but helpful to patients.”

  She couldn’t decide if he’d insulted or complimented her; either way, she would help her colleague. Now was not the time to pick a fight with him. She needed to keep things quiet and flowing as long as Decland was around causing trouble. “What kind of help do you think your patient requires that only I can provide?”

  Doctor Thurgood reached for the leather chair in which she’d been giving Decland the show then turned it, pulling it over toward her desk to sit across from her. Addison cringed inwardly as she looked at her colleague. If he only knew what just happened in that chair. As he sat, it seemed he was preparing to have a long conversation. “I have a female patient who claims she cannot have sex because she suffers great pain during the act.”

  “I see. Has she been tested for sexually transmitted diseases?”

  He leaned back as if her office were slowly becoming his. “Yes, all negative.”

  “Hmmm, well, there are a few things I can think of that could trigger such a reaction.” For this brief moment, it was good to think about something else besides Decland. This is what she was good at, what she loved to do. Addison could feel herself calming slightly. Focusing on work was exactly what she needed.

  “What do you think it could be?”

  “The female body can go completely haywire for no reason at all. But off the top of my head, it could be a yeast infection, some kind of vaginal trauma, hormonal imbalance, or something that has recently come into the medical field.”

  Tilting farther back into the chair, he rested his chin on his hand as he leaned to the side. “What if I told you I had her tested for all of those things?”

  “Then I’d say it could be a case of vulvodynia.”

  His eyes widened in surprise. “What exactly is vulvodynia?”

  Addison sat back in her chair, feeling for the first time in days that she was the master of her own world. “It’s a condition that affects the vulva whereupon the slightest pressure or touch can cause extreme pain. Any woman with this kind of situation usually has to undergo quite a bit of treatment options, depending on how severe her condition is.”

  “That’s why I think I should refer her to you.”

  A large smile crossed her face as pride flooded her system. An esteemed doctor was referring patients to her. This is huge. This was what she’d been waiting for—validation from her peers—and here was Edwin Thurgood, one of the top psychologists in the field, asking for her to step in. “I’d be more than happy to help.”

  Addison reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a small white card. Handing it across the desk, she knew she had a shit-eating grin on her face. “Here’s my card. If she calls that number, it will put her in direct contact with Jeffrey, and he will get her all set up with an appointment.”

  Doctor Thurgood reached across and snagged the card as he rose to his feet. “Thank you. I’ll have her contact you.”

  Addison stood to walk Edwin to the door. “Wonderful! Glad I could help.”

  He nodded and began to step through the door. Turning, he paused for a moment. “Oh, and Addison, I would urge caution when it comes to Decland Wallace.”

  “B-but I…” she stammered as she struggled to find the right words.

  Edwin shook his head. “I don’t need to know. Just be aware of your actions. You don’t want people to start asking the wrong kind of questions.”

  How the fuck does he know Decland? Before she could reply, he was out the door and across the waiting room. She sat, allowing his words to sink in. Each passing second, her heartrate climbed in panic. Dashing around her office, she grabbed her purse and phone, whipped the damn panties out of the desk, shoving her legs into them then quickly locked up the office.

  “Shit, shit, shit. Pick up the damn phone.” The anxiety was killing her as she dashed down the hallway and began repeatedly hitting the call button for the elevator. She was about to crack. When a woman who had done the wrong thing cracks, look out. Her cell phone was pressed tightly to her ear as she waited for Neely to answer.

  After a stressful day, her original plan was to go home, take a warm bath and try to forget Decland Wallace. The man who would ruin her whole life’s work for one night of passion. The worst part… she couldn’t say no.

  “Hello.”

  “About time.” Addison snapped.

  “Addison, is that you?”

  “Yes, it’s me! Where are you? What are you doing?” Panic pumped through her body as she stepped into the elevator hitting the button for the ground floor.

  “Um, what is wrong with you?” Neely’s calm voice made no impact on her frazzled state.

  “We need to talk, and not like friend-to-friend kind of talk, but like doctor-patient kind of talk. I’m coming over.” The words rushed out of her mouth before she could think about what she was saying. She paced back and forth as the elevator descended.

  “Does this talk involve alcohol?” she laughed.

  Addison froze mid-step. “Yes. Lots and lots of alcohol.”

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nbsp; “Then I’ll meet you at Torrino.”

  “Perfect.”

  ***

  Torrino was the place to go when you wanted to blend in and have hushed conversations. On the Upper East Side, it was perfect to get lost in for a while. Even in the late afternoon, it was completely dark. Tables were scattered around the room in no particular order, each one surrounded by dangling, silver-beaded curtains. Every table had a small brazier in the middle, where black rocks seemed to be on fire. It was one of the only kinds of lighting in the room. Addison paced the sidewalk outside the bar waiting for Neely to arrive.

  What the hell was I thinking? I crossed the line. Hell, I shattered the fucking thing.

  She began walking around in circles again. Only now did she notice that her feet were throbbing. Damn snakeskin pieces of shit. She cursed the new sexy shoes; she needed something to blame for this situation, and they seemed to be it. Or she could blame Decland with his commanding voice, urging her to do things she normally wouldn’t. Or those full lips of his, and the way he bit down on the bottom one when she did something he liked, or the way his sexy frame rolled while he pumped into her, or his just-fucked hair. Damn him, too, fuckable bastard.

  After cursing her shoes and Decland for what seemed like forever, Neely finally arrived. She’d barely had time to get out of the cab before Addison grabbed her arm and started dragging her toward the entrance of Torrino.

  “Addison, what’s going on?” Neely started to pull back on her arm.

  “I’ll explain after I’ve had a drink.”

  Neely stopped in her tracks, halting Addison just as she reached for the door. “Okay, you’re freaking me out.” She held up her hand and slowly removed her arm from Addison’s grip. “I had to cancel my last patient because of this. Now spill, or I won’t take another step.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and began to stare Addison down. Her vivid hazel eyes narrowed at her, with a dark eyebrow arched sharply. She meant business. Her black wraparound dress swayed slightly as she began tapping the toe of her Prada-clad foot.