Page 120 of Texting Dr. Stalker

Her taste coated my tongue. Her sweet scent was thick in my nose.

Rationality told me to snap out of it but the monster inside me roared to be selfish for a change. I’d felt like a fucking hero last night as she’d shattered around my fingers. I’d been the best doctor in the world, curing her through pleasure and trust.

Trust?

Ha!

I’d destroyed any chance of her trusting me the moment I created a false persona and spied on her.

“Christ, what have I done?”

All my life, I’d grown up with the girl next door, been told by our grandmothers that our marriage was already destined, and been too pig-headed and focused on work to see what was staring me right in the fucking face.

They were right.

Sailor was mine.

She’dalwaysbeen mine.

And now I’d royally fucked up because she’d never accept me after this. Never forgive me. Never trust me.

I might as well move to Australia because what was the point in staying?

I’ve already lost her.

Cursing every idiotic move I’d ever made, I threw myself out of bed and staggered into my bathroom.

A cloud of her sweet arousal intoxicated me. She covered every inch of my fingers and jaw. I swallowed my groan as my mouth watered. The pain between my legs grew feverish.

I needed to come so fucking badly.

My erection hadn’t gone down, the ache only getting worse the longer I tortured myself with memories.

Sailor’s smell sucker-punched me all over again, and I reached my limit. Tearing my clothes off, I tripped into the shower and wrenched the water on.

It wasn’t even hot before I gripped my cock and squeezed.

Fantasy-Sailor’s fingers replaced my own.

I pictured her before me, licking her lips before dropping to her knees and sucking me.

My left hand slapped against the tiles.

My heart exploded.

I pumped with ruthless, punishing jerks.

It only took five.

Five painful pulls before I cried out as the hottest, sharpest release blew apart my body, splattering white all over my black tiles. My knees almost gave way as I sucked in a tattered breath and quaked through the final shudders.

Trembling, I tipped my face into the falling spray.

I might not be haunted by an orgasm anymore, but she definitely haunted me.

I couldn’t get her out of my damn mind or my stupid heart.

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