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Naked.
Time freezes. Fuck, my fucking life freezes as I look her over.
The towel she must’ve held drops to the floor, pooling at her feet. She doesn’t move a muscle to pick it up, leaving her beautiful body on display.
Pink, suckable nipples the color of her lips. Pretty shaved pussy.
If I could, I’d shove my fingers inside her cunt. Just to feel her.
I can’t. Me being here is supposed to be an accident. Nothing more.
Watching her naked is better than any filthy fantasy I’ve ever had. It’s immeasurably better than any glimpse of her with her bikini on.
But then I lift my gaze to her face and lose my goddamn breath.
Her full lips gape in an O shape. Her blue eyes are huge. It’s as if she doesn’t blink.
It doesn’t take me any time at all to realize it’s not her body I’m after. It’s her. The essence of her. How beautifully still she is.
A doll. My doll.
While I specialize in therapeutic hypnosis, I’ve never had this reaction to any of my patients. Plenty of them have laid on my couch in a trance. Not once have I gotten off on how still they were. Haven’t had a single thought cross my mind about using their bodies for my twisted pleasure.
This girl, though, Jesus…
I almost reach out to brush her long, dripping pink hair behind her shoulder. Almost ask her if we can play a game.
Would it really be so bad?
Rylan’s downstairs. She’ll tell her what you did. As she should.
“I’m sorry.” I cough, clearing any hint of my desire for her from my voice. “Didn’t mean to barge in on you. I came here to put in fresh towels, and it was quiet so I didn’t knock. I apologize.”
My actions show just how not sorry I am. Because despite my verbal apology, I don’t turn back to leave.
“Dr. Kingston,” Leighton whispers, her lips barely moving. “I-I should be sorry for making this awkward for you. I should’ve locked the door. I thought you were sleeping.”
“No, you…” My heart wants to say, You have nothing to apologize for. I’ve been craving this for months. My responsible, single-dad brain knows better. “It’s Marcus, remember?”
She bobs her head once. A drop of water cascades slowly down her temple, then her cheek. The elegant curve of her neck.
The watch on my left hand ticks. Seconds go by, and she still hasn’t bent to gather the towel to hide herself. Somehow, without realizing it, she’s tuning in to my needs.
Or she might just be frozen with panic.
It startles me to realize that I don’t care if she is.
Instead of leaving like I should, I put the stack of clean towels on the vanity and grab the first one. “Let me cover you.”
She doesn’t say a word as I wrap the plush fabric around her shoulders. Doesn’t grimace or flinch as my knuckles graze her collarbone. She feels so soft, so fragile. It’s as if her skin is made of porcelain.
“There you go.” My face is dangerously close to hers. Her nose mere inches from mine. We’re breathing the same air.
I’m starving for more.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers again.
“Shh.” I grab both ends of the towel with one hand, then press a finger to her lips. “It’s all right. This will be a reminder to be careful in college. Other boys…they’ll try to take advantage of you.”
