Page 10 of Volatile

“Good. It’s all good.”

Jon had him choose something to focus on when the sensations became too strong. It had to be an area that would take things down a notch without dulling him completely. He’d picked sports, whatever he’d watched the night before.

Jon checked the time. The session was just about over. “You’re back in control now. Can you feel that?” Alex smiled and gave him a thumbs up. “Good. Now whenever you find yourself slipping, it’s as simple as taking a moment to redirect your mind.”

“Yeah, I know. Stop putting all my energy into blowing my load and start putting it into lasting long enough to hear my name being screamed out.”

Jon smiled. “You can do this. Keep playing it out in your head before you try again with a real woman. You can be both aroused and in control. It’s not an either-or. You’ve got this.”

“Thanks, man.”

They stood, and Jon walked him out of the office. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a woman walking up the path. Ivy. He knew he’d hear from her again regarding Lily, but he didn’t think it’d be an hour later.

“Until next time, Alex. You’ve got this,” he reminded him, patting him on the back.

Alex opened the door to go outside, giving them both a full eyeful of Ivy as she made her final steps towards them. Wearing tight-ass jeans and a t-shirt that did nothing to hide her assets. Nothing like she wore the other day. Jon glanced over at Alex, watching him take her in. It’s just practice, buddy. You’ve got this.

Ivy was just to the porch when she tripped, her purse falling off her arm. She righted herself before face-planting, but her keys clanked to the ground. Alex immediately bent down to retrieve them at the same time as her, and he was met with a generous amount of her cleavage. Her long, dark curls tumbled between, drawing even more attention to the area.

“Thank you,” she said, giving him a smile, and he bolted upward.

“Welcome,” Alex muttered, quickly darting his eyes away. He took off to his car like his ass was on fire.

Fuck. The poor guy probably just spilled in his pants. So much for all the work they just did.

“What’s the matter with him?” she asked.

Jon wanted to say, ‘Maybe if you hadn’t stuck your huge tits in his face, he wouldn’t have run off like that,’ but no, it was hardly her fault. Alex had to master control of himself. Just because a beautiful body was smacked in front of him didn’t mean he had to lose his grip.

He held the door open and motioned her inside. His next session didn’t start for another thirty minutes. Hopefully, her tongue had softened since their last visit. “So what do I owe the pleasure, Ivy? You could have just called to schedule Lily’s appointment.”

“I know, but I accidentally deleted your number. I asked my boyfriend to get it while he was here, but I guess he forgot.”

“Yes, he did.”

Jon snatched one of his business cards off the table and handed it to her. Boyfriend? He figured as much, but it still made for an interesting thought. She probably made him shit his pants daily.

Ivy placed the card in her purse and pulled out a few bills. “I had to stop by anyway to give you this. I can’t pay your full rate right now, but I can still give something. Just because Ms. Lamont made such a generous offer, that doesn’t mean it extends to your services. Maybe we can work out a payment plan and—”

Jon lifted his hand. “It’s taken care of. Jacque wouldn’t refer a case and then expect the client to deal with a different set of terms. Now, let’s just get that next session set up.”

She hesitated a moment before stuffing the cash back. “How about we consider it a loan?”

“Whatever makes you comfortable.” He wondered if Jacque were still helping Lily, would she also attempt to pay back the money, or was it just him?

“Thank you. I haven’t had a chance to speak with my sister yet. Did the session go well?”

“Yes, I believe so.”

“I’m hoping we won’t need too many more.”

Jon walked over to the corner table and poured a glass of water. He held up another glass, showing it to her, but she shook her head. “Did you by chance get a name today?”

He took a long sip, staring at her before speaking. She needed to get off this kick; there was more to this case than getting a name. “No, I did not.”

Ivy came towards him, lids narrowing. And here he thought this little pop-in would remain civil. Silly him. “And why not?” she demanded.

“Ms. Swanson. As I said last time, let me do my job. We’re making progress.”

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