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His grin was wolfish and wicked. “I’d be happy to demonstrate how fulfilling they are.”
Every nerve ending in my body was tingling at the promise of the ultimate sexual bliss his eyes relayed.
“There’s the first time I see her across the room. Luscious curves. Sexy lips. My dick starts to get hard just thinking about how tight she might be or how her mouth will feel sucking me off.”
Holy crap. I resisted the urge to press my hand over my chest where my heart was starting to quicken at his erotic words and the seductive way he said them.
“Then there’s that first taste of her mouth when I kiss her. Hot. Wet. Sweet. Just like her pussy will be.”
Oh my God, my panties were getting wet.
“There is exploring her body. The way her nipples harden as I suck them. The way her body arches when I rub her clit. The perfect O her mouth makes when I drive her crazy into the first orgasm.”
First orgasm? There was more than one? I shook my head as I realized I’d lost control of my session.
“Does she have a name?” I asked, hoping my voice didn’t sound too husky. It would be dangerous for him to know his effect on me.
The smug expression on his face dropped. He scowled at me, and I was glad for it as it effectively stopped the game he’d nearly trapped me into.
He quickly morphed his expression into something impassive, dismissive even, letting me know that he didn’t want me to know I’d annoyed him.
“Sure. They all do. Everyone does.”
“But do you know theirs? All these women you bring home, do you know their names?”
His jaw ticked. “What’s your point?”
“My point is, Mr. Raven, that you use these women the same way other people might use drugs or alcohol.”
He grinned. “Are you calling me a sex addict. Because that actually sounds pretty good. I don’t want to be cured of that.”
“No. I’m saying you’re using sex to dull the pain or fill a hole in your life.”
He didn’t like that. “So, what if I am?” he growled. “I’m not hurting anyone.”
“Except you are. You’re hurting you. You’re hurting your family—”
“My family can fuck off. I never asked to be a part of this business. I never asked for their help.”
“No. You ask nameless women to get you off every night.”
His lip turned up in a snarl. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Maybe not, but I understand a lot about people in your situation. You’re angry and in pain. You could overcome that but you like being pissed at the world. Or maybe you’re afraid that letting go of it would somehow make you vulnerable. You like control. There’s also something about all those women—”
“Yes, they make me come,” he said going back that melodic, hypnotic voice he’d been using before.
Not wanting to let him work his seduction on me, I checked my watch. “That’s our time for today.” I stood and walked toward the door of my office.
He rose from the couch and came toward me. He pressed his hand against the door, preventing me from opening it. It was an aggressive move, but I didn’t feel afraid. Hunter carried a lot of anger, but he wasn’t reported to be prone to violence. Nor was there any indication that all the women he’d been with hadn’t been completely on board with having sex with him.
“Instead of talking about how good sex can be for mental health, maybe you should try it sometime, Doc.” His eyes were dark and filled with sensual promises as he looked down on me.
“I’m not a doctor.”
“And I’m not sick.”
I sighed. “No one thinks you’re sick. You just need to deal with your anger and your past trauma.”
“I deal with it just fine. Let me show you.”
His lips were on mine before I had a chance to realize his intentions. His lips were firm and smooth, and it sent a wildfire through my entire body.
But no, we couldn’t do this. I pushed him back. “Mr. Raven—”
“Under the circumstances, you can call me Hunter.”
“I’m your therapist. This is isn’t appropriate.”
“Isn’t it your job to learn about what makes me tick so you can help me?”
“Yes but—”
“This is what makes me tick.” He took my hand and pressed it to his groin. He was hard and long and, good God, how I wanted to see it. My hand rubbed against him before I thought better of it.
I withdrew my hand, but the smirk on his face told me he knew what he was doing and how I was responding. Of course, he did. He was a master at knowing what got women off.
“This is wrong,” I said, hoping I looked strong and defiant as I stared up at him.
“Isn’t there such a thing as sex therapy?” His hand rested on my hip, tugging me closer by slow degrees.
