Page 20 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

She nods. “It was unintentional, but I don’t know how to unsee it now. I mean, Rhett is an achiever who can do anything, Maverick is mysterious and sweet, and you… I’m in this headspace I’ve never been in… ever.”

“What kind of headspace is that?”

She shrugs. “It’s safe and warm, like there are no guards, no walls, no nothing. I don’t know. It’s probably some effect of counseling, right? You probably have a bunch of clients falling in love with you.”

I laugh under my breath, set the notebook on the table beside me, and make my way toward her, though I’m not sure what happens when I get there.

She squeezes her thighs together again and swallows hard. Fuck. I’m a fucking mess. All I can think about is putting her in pigtails, then fisting them tight as she gets down onto her knees in front of me.

“I’ve had clients tell me they’re in love with me before,” I roll up my sleeve, trying to diffuse some of the heat emanating off me, “but… this is the first time it’s ever been reciprocated.”

Her eyes widen slowly, and her stare never leaves mine. Her brain is confused, I’m sure. She wasn’t expecting that response.

“Wait, what?” Her chest rises and falls quickly, and as I sit next to her, it takes every bit of endurance I have not to take her right here and now.

“I’ve felt it for a while, but I have rules.” I clear my throat. “There are rules.”

“Right… rules.”

My cock is filled, hard, and throbbing. My heart is aching, and I’ve never had urges like this… ever. I slide my hand behind her head and ever so lightly stroke the back of her shoulder where the collar of her sweater pulls away from her neck. This doesn’t do my cock any favors. She’s even softer than I’d imagined. “I’m not sure I can see you anymore as a client.”

Her gaze meets mine and her thighs squeeze together as her breasts rise and fall quickly with each breath. “Yeah, I mean… that makes sense.”

Fuck me. I’m going to lose it.

I stroke her neck with a heavier touch, and she leans in slightly.

“So, should I go?”

“Do you want to go?”

She shakes her head, and her mouth drops open as a single strand of hair clouds her vision.

I want to push it away.

I shouldn’t push it away.

My cock throbs and my hand lifts to her face, brushing the soft strand of her hair to the side. “What fascinates you about the harem?” I say as I clear my throat again.

She bites back a grin. “I don’t know. It’s stupid. I mean, I guess I just see the benefits of having three men you adore love on you. The family and the community that you can make sounds so beautiful.” Her eyes roll. “I know that actually making any of this happen is a fantasy.”

“Does it have to be?” I’ve never considered sharing a woman in my life, but I understand that women are much more complex than men on a hormonal and biological level. They require more than a man in relationships on most accounts. Having three men to satisfy those needs makes sense.

What the hell am I thinking?It doesn’t matter if a harem makes sense. I can’t have Molly regardless. Not ever. It wouldn’t be good for either of us, most importantly her. The documented cases of therapist-client relationships working out are not highly reported on, and the ones that are, don’t have a high success rate.

“Well, I mean—”

“Technically speaking, I can see how a harem makes sense. Each person provides you a different feeling, a different skill, and you have all the love in the world to share.”

She narrows her brows. “I wasn’t expectingthatresponse. Rhett was completely opposed, and Maverick is trying to stayout of Rhett’s way. Besides, all this is crazy talk. I just left a long-term relationship. I’m sure I need to focus on me for a while.”

“You should,” I sigh. “That’s correct. You need to figure out who you are and what you want before you give anyone else access to your heart,” I brush my fingers across her neck slowly, breathing in the scent of flowers on her skin, “but is that what you’re going to do? Are you going to take the time?”

She turns her head slightly, staring toward me with hooded lids. “Not really. I don’t think I can. What’s wrong with me? Why am I acting like this? I know rationally, this is just stupid. It’s book fantasy, not real life.”

“It makes sense psychologically that you’d be in this headspace after the relationship you just left. You’ve been hurt, you’re struggling, and you want to feel protected in every way possible. Rhett makes you feel safe physically, I make you feel safe emotionally, and I’m guessing Maverick is a little of both, while reminding you of yourself a little.”

She twists toward me and sighs. “How is it that you just get me?”

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