Giving him my personal number was a huge mistake.
“I’ve been able to resist the urge to fuck every warm body I’ve been tempted by since the day I left your office.”
“And why do you think that is?”
“Because I’ve been fucking my hand nonstop thinking about you. Every goddamn second of the day, all I can think about is you tap, tap, tapping that notepad with your pencil. How your small fingers clenched the fragile wood when I told you I wanted to bend you over that desk. The shift of your legs up and down and up and down. The way your teeth scraped along your bottom lip. The slender curve of your neck and how badly I want to taste it.”
I remain silent because every ounce of blood pumping through my veins is on fire. My clit throbs between my legs, reminding me how long it’s been since I’ve had a man there. I’m afraid to speak for fear he’ll hear the desire in my voice.
“I can hear you breathing, Doc. The staccato has me hard as iron.”
“Where are you right now?” I ask, needing to steer this conversation in another direction.
“In my office at work. Why?”
“Are you alone?”
I can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Yes.”
“Do you have a pen and paper nearby?”
“Ready when you are, Doc.”
“I want you to write down three things you like to do besides having sex.”
“So I can’t write how badly I want to shove my cock inside of you? Because I think it’s something I would really like to do.”
Sweet Lord.
This man’s mouth should be labeled a weapon of mass destruction.
Instead of acknowledging his advances, I redirect. “The point of this exercise is to get to know and understand who you are without sex.”
He exhales a defeated breath. “That sounds scary as fuck.”
I laugh, my shoulders relaxing that he’s allowing me to steer us in a more positive direction. “It can be. Rediscovering who you are won’t be easy, Asher, but it’s possible, if this is what you really want. I can help you do that. You want to get better, right?”
“More than anything.”
I can tell by the way he says it that he means it. He wants to get better, but something is still holding him back.
“Then I will help you but I need you to try, too. I know you can do it.”
He chuckles. “You sure do have a lot of faith in me, Doc.”
“It will be a challenge for you, I’m sure. Old habits are hard to break.”
“And they don’t die easy.”
“I’ll call you first thing Monday morning to let you know a time, okay?”
“Sounds good.”
“Goodnight, Lieutenant Cunningham.”
“Night, Doc.”
I slide my phone back on the counter with a trembling hand then glance up at my reflection in the mirror, noting my flushed cheeks and racing heart. I’ve never had a patient affect me this way, and the scary part is, I can’t decide if that is a good or bad thing.
