Page 35 of Misery and Ecstasy

“Something tells me you did everything you could following that experience to make sure it didn’t happen again. Is my assumption correct?”

“Yes, but I don’t know how it can be. Knowing who I am, that I’m part of the club… I don’t know what Delilah and Harleigh have talked to you about, but I can’t imagine you think we’re anything more than heathens.”

She looks at the ceiling as though carefully considering her next words.

“I will admit I have … opinions of your club, but even then, everyone is different. It wouldn’t be fair of me to judge you the same as I would … say, Royce, for instance.”

I look down at my hands in my lap. After a few moments of silence, I speak again.

“Guilt.”

“I imagine you’ve held your fair share of guilt over what happened between you and the girl.”

“I’ve never stopped feeling guilty. Even when I was with my ex. It wasn’t until I saw you—” I cut myself off before I go too far.

But it’s too late.

The doc’s eyes grow wide, and she looks as though she’s stopped breathing altogether.

Come on, think of something to say to lure her away from the truth. Anyfuckingthing, you dumb ass.

But I can’t form words in my mind, let alone on my lips. All I can do is sit here with the image of her in her bed fingering herself, clear as day in the front of my mind.

“Draven… Were you watching me the other night? Outside my bedroom?”

With one hand at her throat and the other pressing into her stomach, she waits for confirmation. Which I give her, without even speaking or moving.

“Oh god…” She gasps, and it sounds an awful lot like it did on the night in question.

My dick hardens painfully. It’s probably purple and pulsating beneath my boxer briefs. I want to tell her it’s okay, that it was my fault because I was snooping around where I shouldn’t have been, but she speaks first.

“I think you’re right. This isn’t a good fit. I-I can’t be your therapist.”

She shoots out of her seat and rounds the sofa, leaving the room.

“Wait—” I don’t hesitate to follow her, hurdling over the back of the sofa to catch up with her, tented pants and all.

Rearranging myself as I shuffle around the corner, I catch her just as she grips the doorknob of the front door. I wrap my hand around hers and squeeze, but not hard enough to hurt her. Losing all control, I’m unable to deny myself any longer. Pressing my body up against hers, I wriggle my erection between her ass cheeks and nuzzle my face into her hair, inhaling her scent as my lips find their way to her ear.

“Reckless.”I whisper another emotion I’m feeling. “Desire. Like I’ve never felt before, until two nights ago.”

Slowly, she loosens her hold on the doorknob and turns around to face me.

“Draven, we?—”

Her sexy voice is breathy before I cut her off. I don’t need her to say what we both know to be true—that we shouldn’t be doing this. But fuck it. We’ll deal with the fallout later.

Pressing my lips to hers, I finally grab hold of her hair the way I’ve wanted to for so long. I’ve never felt such sweet ecstasy as when she opens her mouth, allowing our tongues to intertwine with one another. She tastes like coffee and a happiness I never thought I’d feel.

Turning the lock into place, I break our kiss yet barely remove my lips from hers. Letting her know I’m not finished with her, I flatten my hand against her chest and gently rest my fingers around the base of her throat.

“What time is your next appointment due to be here?”

“Not until five,” she pants.

My fingers skim their way to her chest as I close my mouth over hers again. Running my hands down her body, I grip her ass before lifting her into my arms and starting toward the door at the opposite end of the hall. I open it then press her back into the wall next to the stairs. Rubbing my cock against her core through our pants revs both of us up in the most dangerous way.

I won’t be able to get up the stairs fast enough.

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