Page 119 of Texting Dr. Stalker

I smelled her.

Everywhere.

Bolting upright, I blinked as a bedroom manifested around me. My shoulders sagged in relief as I recognised my faux concrete wall and no-nonsense furniture.

Huh, so I actually had the strength to come home.

I hadn’t given in when I’d stood by the fence for an hour, cursing myself for leaving and buckling with crippling desire to return.

No wonder I felt as if I’d been beaten last night.

I had been.

By morality and sin.

I’d gone to war over right and wrong, and I’d beensofucking close to marching back to her, yanking off that seductive silky nightgown, and thrusting myself deep,deepinside her.

How I’d managed to stagger home with a hard-on from hell I didn’t know.

How I’d had the self-control to stay in bed and not crawl my way back to her proved I was a goddamn saintbecause I’d never faced such temptation before. Never been so close to putting my own needs above someone else’s, and even now, I hated that I hadn’t done it.

That I hadn’t said ‘fuck it’ and taken her up on the invitation to return the favour.

All I wanted was to come.

In her.

On her.

I’d almost repainted her fence with how much I needed her and the only reason I’d had enough willpower to leave had been my cursed red hair and green eyes.

If I’d gone prepared as X.

If I’d hidden my eyes beneath brown and rinsed black through my blazing strands, I didn’t think I’d be in my own bed, alone, aching, aching,achingwith unshed cum.

I’d be in her bed. Inher. I would’ve done exactly what I threatened and taken her five different ways all before the sun rose and probably made things a shit ton worse because she would’ve seen me. She would’ve torn off my mask, and I would’ve let her. I would’ve ripped it off so I could kiss her.

And then she would’ve realised that the man driving himself inside her with all the finesse of an unhinged beast was her lying, scheming, stalking neighbour and called the police. She’d tell them that the man who’d eaten her out had been me all along, and I’d be in jail right about now.

Fuck.

My life would be ruined and my career over.

And I wouldn’t even care because I would’ve had the best goddamn orgasm of my life.

“Shit, this is bad.”

So very,verybad.

This wasn’t me.

I wasn’t impulsive or reckless.

In my right mind, I wouldneverjeopardise everything I’d worked so hard to achieve. Never put my patients on the line. Never risk my ability to help others all because I couldn’t help myself.

You know you can’t see her again, right?

Throwing myself back down, I swallowed a snarl.