Page 13 of Dead Bled Ringer
“And what did you do instead?”
“I remembered my goals for the week. In the past, I might have chased after her, lifted up that skirt, and taken her in the bathroom. But I didn’t.”
He paused, tightening his hold on my hand. His eyes were serious. The rich chestnut of one, and the changeable amber of the other.
I felt uncomfortably like some response was required from me.
“Good work,” I said.
“What about other days?” Dr. Willoughby-Horton prompted.
“There’s this Black goddess who works for me. Massive tits. Tiny little waist. I’ve been wanting to bury my face in that juicypussy. It took alotof self-control this week to not fuck her. Especially after what happened with Hunter. I had a lot of anger I wanted to work out.”
And I sat there and listened to my husband talk about every woman he had wanted to cheat on me with, but didn’t, stroking his silk shirt and murmuring words of praise.
Good job
Way to meet your goals
And I tried not to think about how tightly Hunter had held me, how hard he had kissed me.
When it was over, we scheduled another session for next week and rode down in the elevator together.
Henry gave me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’m off to the office. What about you? Going to the gym or yoga or something?”
I looked down at my outfit, which was a little navy blue skirt and pin-striped shirt.
“No. . . no, I’m just going home.”
“I’ll see you later,” he said. “Remember, we have some meal planning to do for next week. I think it would do us good to eat less processed foods.”
“All right,” I said.
My purse was such a mess that I had to dig around for the keys to my car, but when I did, I hesitated over the door.
My conscience was pricking me again.
I was remembering how that disgusting Hunter had spoken to me.
Get your goddamn panties down
I had lied to Dr. Willoughby-Horton.
Because I hadlovedit.
It had turned me on, made me so fucking hot and horny that by the time my brother-in-law stuck his cock in me I was already clenching around it.
For one moment, Henry was the man of my dreams.
But it had all been Hunter’s betrayal and lies.
However, I shouldn’t have lied about it. After all, if Henry and I were going to work through this, we had to be honest with each other.
I needed to admit the truth to my therapist and get some more suggestions. Some suggestions to get the images of the way Hunter had looked in that mask, the way he had dragged me from under the table,outof my brain.
I turned around and headed back to her office, my slick thighs rubbing together.
“Dr—”
