“Good. I told you that would work.”
This plan had been risky, but I felt it was worth it. I had coached Stu on what to say. What condition he suffered from. What his symptoms were. The Iraq stuff he didn’t have to fake. He had plenty of gruesome stories. It surprised me he didn’t have PTSD. I also knew the bitch would guess he did and come up with some lame fancy diagnosis and with the added touch of his numb dick, she might get him in to see her surrogate. The numb dick wasn’t a lie though.
“You think she’ll boot Dirk after she gets the letter?”
“If she knows what’s good for her, she will.”
“You are one evil bitch, Scarlet.” He chuckled.
“I definitely want you to see this surrogate of hers. The more of her office you can see, the more ways we have of sabotaging her work with my husband.”
“I’ll control myself. I’ve been faithful to you since we started making love.”
“That’s unnecessary. Have as much fun as you like.”
“You mean that?”
“Yes, Baby. I want you to have fun and get those big rocks of yours off.” I stroked his inner thigh more and gave his thick cock a squeeze. My lips even met his for a tender kiss accompanied by a gentle squeeze of his balls. One thing this ex-marine had was an enormous set of balls. I could barely hold one in the palm of my hand.
“Wow. I can’t believe you know Veronica Vixen.” He mused in the dim light of the vehicle.
“What? You like Veronica?” I grabbed his cock playfully.
“Yeah. She’s not as gorgeous as you, but she is smokin’ hot. I sometimes fantasize about a threesome with me, you, and her.”
I raised up in the seat and glared at him in the dim light. “She’s off limits to you, marine. You’re mine. Got that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Kinky bastard. Of course, he would want a threesome with his favorite pornstar. A threesome might be fun, though. Stu could last long enough to satisfy both of us.
I’d have to hold that in my back pocket in case I needed to tighten the screws on Stu to keep him compliant. We only had four more weeks to either get Dirk to quit seeing the bitch therapist or to make the therapist drop Dirk as her client. Or both.
I was determined to make one of those scenarios happen.
Chapter16
Confessions
Trace droveus from the club to my house even though I had asked Dirk to take us to his place. City lights and the noise of traffic filled my senses as we traversed the city.
In my shock of seeing my ex-husband and getting a court summons for a hearing on child custody, I latched on to the desire to give him a lap dance as my driving force for the rest of the night. It wasn’t even the lap dance that was important. If he would just stay with me. Cuddle. Maybe make love to me. Then I would make it through the night easier.
I had already leaned into him, and he had a comforting arm around me. He felt strong. Solid. Someone I could count on. At least I thought so. How many times did I have friends tell me what a great guy Richard was, which he was, in public, with other people, while behind the closed doors of our household, he was completely different?
What the hell am I thinking?
I’m a sex therapist, he’s my client, and my ex-husband just handed me papers to restrict my custody of my two kids. Adding a new relationship to the mix, no matter how much he arouses me, doesn’t seem like the best advice.
I had spent last year alone and the two years prior in a friends-with-benefits relationship with Jerald the fireman because of the no-strings-attached, lack of commitment relationship that offered.
Even though I wanted to, I knew I shouldn’t invite him up to my place. I didn’t need this added complication in my life. And Dirk was supposed to be working things out with his wife. As soon as I resolved to not invite him up to my condo, he tempted me.
“May I come up for a minute to talk?” he asked just as we arrived.
“I don’t know if that is a good idea.”
“I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
