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“You love who?”

She shook her head, rubbing her arms. “I love Ivy, but I love him too, and there’s no way she’ll accept that. She’s forcing me to choose between them without even realizing it, and I don’t want to do that. Her viewpoints are so strict.... I’ve been staying away, hiding my phone calls because I don’t want her to know anything, but it’s tearing me apart. I love him and want to be with him so badly it hurts.”

“The man who gave you the bruises?”

“God, it’s not like that. Honest. Ivy’s blowing it way out of proportion. It’s a little embarrassing to talk about, but—”

Fuck. The fucking door. Her ride was probably here. And just when they were getting somewhere. Lily had been a completely different person with him this time, and he didn’t want to risk her reverting back for the third session. He’d be willing to stretch out this session longer, but he had Alex coming in soon. Shit.

“I... I gotta go. That’s probably Wes. You won’t say anything, right? About what I’ve said so far.”

“You have my word.”

Jon opened the office door to a man standing there, looking down at the floor. He glanced up when they entered the room. As he shifted from foot to foot, shuffling his phone around, Jon got the impression that if he came up to him and whispered, “Boo,” the guy would jump ten feet.

“You didn’t need to come in, Wesley. I can find my way to the car okay.”

“Oh right. Well, I’ll know for next time then. Sorry.” The man gave Jon a smile that looked more like a tic.

Jon offered his hand, and he took it. Barely. His handshake was firmer than expected; the guy had potential, but he appeared nervous as all hell to be there.

“I’ll be in the car,” Lily said, sweeping past him.

“Right then.” Ivy’s “lackey” bobbed his head a few times at Jon. “Um, thank you. Ivy will, ah, contact you.”

Jon nodded back once, then watched him rush back to the car. Lily paid him no mind. She obviously wasn’t too fond of her ride.

He wondered when she’d be back for her next appointment. Lily should’ve been in charge of her schedule, but it was pretty clear that her sister was the one calling the shots. For more than just Lily.

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“ALL RIGHT, ALEX. FOLLOWalong with me here.” Jon leaned forward, watching Alex’s response. “You just brought a woman home. She wants to be there. She’s excited to be there. With you. What’s going through your mind?”

“Man, she’s hot. I can’t wait to see her naked.”

“Okay, she’s pulling off her shirt, grabbing at yours. She wants the same thing too. She can’t wait to see what you have to offer her. She’s so ready for this.”

“Yeah.”

“So, walk me through. Maybe you’re kissing her, stroking her hair, running your hands up and down her curves. She feels good, doesn’t she?”

Alex shifted in his chair. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Stay with me, Alex. You’re in control, remember?” Alex nodded, tugging at his hair. “You can give her more pleasure than she can stand, make it last as long as you’d like. This woman is not walking away unsatisfied, right?” Alex nodded again. “Tell me what’s happening now,” Jon said.

He licked his lips. “Fuck, she’s hot. Her clothes are off. Her tits are right in my face and I’m sucking them. She’s so fucking wet. I can’t wait to get inside her.”

Alex’s eyes glossed over, and Jon snapped his fingers. The guy had an incredibly vivid imagination. “Easy now. This is going to last. You can do this. Change your focus a bit while still paying attention to her. Yes, she feels good. Amazing. Soft and wet. But it doesn’t need to end there. If you have to, pivot your thoughts for a minute. Remember what you picked to think about?”

“Last night’s game.”

“Right. Concentrate on that until you regain control.”

Jon had been working with Alex for premature ejaculation. Mid-twenties, had never been with a woman longer than a minute or two, his orgasm often occurring before penetration. It was starting to really mess with his life and self-esteem. Alex was so used to masturbating as quickly as he could in his teens before he was caught, essentially training himself to come as fast as possible. Not an uncommon case; it was just a matter of retraining the body and brain, and Jon had no doubt he’d be a success.

Alex took a series of deep breaths. “How are you doing now?” Jon asked.

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