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There were times I thought I saw flashes of interest in her pretty hazel eyes. Maybe it was wishful thinking or blue balls because she always seemed to ignore my offers to give her the O of a lifetime.
She closed her notebook, and I was glad that we were nearing the end. Then she sat back and crossed her legs, revealing a length of soft-looking pale thigh. My tongue longed to run up it and to her pussy. To know her taste. Inwardly, I wondered what she’d do if I told her that. She was a sexy woman who seemed to have no clue about her appeal.
“Your brothers mentioned that you have a proclivity for one-night stands since retiring from the military.”
I laughed. “My brothers are jealous.”
She leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs. Immediately, I was drawn to the creamy swells of her tits peeking through the gap in her conservative buttoned blouse. I wanted my mouth there too. So did my dick, which started to harden behind my expensive slacks. I liked fucking. A lot. But normally, I had better control over my libido. I didn’t like being a slave to my emotions; anger or arousal.
“What are you looking for in these encounters? What do they fulfill for you?” she asked.
I smiled wickedly. “I’d be happy to demonstrate how fulfilling they are.”
Again, I thought I saw a flash of interest, so I thought I’d go with it. “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.”
I swore I could see the uptick of her heart rate in the pulse point along her neck. Oh yes, she was feeling the words I was telling her.
“Then there’s that first taste of her mouth when I kiss her. Hot. Wet. Sweet. Just like her pussy will be.”
She shifted slightly, and I wondered if her 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.”
I had her now. Maybe I could take her right here, right now. Perhaps I wouldn’t have the dreams if she’d let me.
“Does she have a name?”
Her question was like pouring cold water on me. I scowled, but then hid it, not wanting her to know she could get to me. “Sure. They all do. Everyone does.”
“But do you know theirs? All these women you bring home, do you know their names?”
My jaw tightened. Why did I need to know their names? It was one night. “What’s your point?”
“My point is, Mr. Raven, that you use these women the same way other people might use drugs or alcohol.”
I didn’t mind that. “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.”
I didn’t like that. “So, what if I am?” I 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.”
I snarled. “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,” I said going back to the seductive voice I’d used before to see if I could lull her again.
She checked her watch. “That’s our time for today.” She stood and walked toward the door of the office.
I rose from the couch and went toward her. For once, I wasn’t done. I pressed my hand against the door, preventing her from opening it. It was an aggressive move, but I didn’t see fear in her face, so I left it.
“Instead of talking about how good sex can be for mental health, maybe you should try it sometime, Doc.” I stared down at her, wanting her to see how good I could make her feel.
“I’m not a doctor.”
“And I’m not sick.”
She 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.”
I swooped in, unable to wait a moment longer to taste her. And holy hell, did she taste divine. I wanted more. Once I finished with her lips, I wanted to taste the rest of her. To get lost in her. I wasn’t sure if it was because it had been so long since I’d been with a woman or something about her, but the need for her consumed me.
