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She jots something down on her yellow notepad, distracting me.

“What are you writing?” I ask, nodding to her lap.

“Just making some notes here.” She folds her hands on top of the notepad this time, calm, cool.

Meeting my gaze head-on.

Goddamn, what I wouldn’t give to have those eyes looking up at me while I’m pounding into her from above.

I wonder what she sounds like when she comes.

“Please answer the question.”

There’s an underlying coax tangled with the gentle command. The lilt of her voice expanding to draw me in. I swallow thickly, trying to summon the stupid fucking words trapped in my throat. Women never rattle me.

Never intimidate me. I’m always in control. But not here.

Here,I am at her mercy.

A slave to her throne. A place to confess my sins and beg for redemption.

Steeling my voice, I finally manage to get the confession out. “I’m addicted to sex.”

Damn that feels good to say out loud.

More writing.

More hand folding.

More pursing of those impressive goddamn lips.

My dick throbs against the zipper of my pants and I try to elicit a thought, anything to shut it down.

That’s not the reason I’m here.

She keeps her attention trained on the notepad as she continues to write. “Why do you think you’re addicted to sex?”

I knew coming in that she would dig. That she would scrape away at the surface and get to the heart of why I am the way I am.

“I enjoy fucking. A lot. Probably more than one human should. And when I’m not fucking, I’m thinking about fucking. Constantly. Sex consumes my every thought. And it’s starting to affect my life negatively.”

“In what ways?” she asks, no judgment in her voice whatsoever.

I let go of a long breath, dragging a hand across the back of my neck. She makes me nervous the way her eyes bore into mine as if she’s acquainting herself with my soul.

Why does that make me feel so uneasy?

I know I need help. I know I do, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid something is wrong with me. “I just need to know if there’s a cure.”

More writing.

Then eyes back on me.

Legs shift.

Three heartbeats.

"There's no cure for sex addiction, but I can help you find ways to control your urges, Asher.”