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My eyes flashed open. I grabbed my phone. I was already late for work. I scrambled out of bed for the quickest shower known to mankind. I hadn’t had a sex dream about Skylar since I was a teenager. I couldn’t remember ever waking up so hard.
The hot water hit my throbbing cock and I groaned. The dirty images from the dream replayed in my mind. Skylar on the therapy couch, wet and squirming. Stop. No. This had to be professional. I couldn’t think like that. I shook my head and tried to get rid of the image, but it wouldn’t be removed. Every nerve pulled too hot and tight with need. I couldn’t go to work in this state.
I wrapped my hand around my shaft and braced my other hand against the door. The hot water beat down on my back. I closed my eyes and played out the scene from my dream. Skylar uncrossed her legs for me again. Waves of pleasure made me groan as I palmed my length in swift strokes. She got up from her chair and crawled across the office toward me. She looked so good on her knees. What was I doing? This was so bad. So bad. I was going straight to hell for this one. Dream Skylar chewed her bottom lip and positioned herself at my feet. She licked her lips and reached for my waistband.
That’s right. Good girl.
I tightened my grip, savoring the rapid soapy strokes.
Well. If I’m going to hell, I’ll make it worth my while.
Chapter 16
Reece
Skylar stood in the doorway of my office. She smoothed her damp lilac hair. I fought to hide my surprise that she’d shown up for the appointment after last night. I rolled my shoulders and tried to clear all the dirty images that had stacked up this morning.
“Sorry I’m late. Claire heard about the party and made us do extra laps.”
“No problem.”
She pulled her hoodie over her head and off, flashing her toned, taut stomach. Her body was so strong and powerful. My mouth went dry. She must have got a new team hoodie. I had hers tucked in my office cabinet. In my weaker moments I got it out to breathe in her scent. I’d planned to give it back to her, but somehow I hadn’t got around to it.
I’m in control.
“No rush. Just take the time to arrive. Feel your body in the chair. Just settle in. Relax. Take a few breaths.”
“I’m here. I have arrived.” She shot me a smile.
When she smiled, she held the tip of her tongue between her teeth. It was so endearing. Everything about her had always been so endearing to me.
I’m a grown man, not a teenager. I’m in control.
She blew out a breath and fiddled with the hem of her t-shirt. “I’m sorry about… all of it. I don’t remember much, but I remember enough to know that my behavior was not acceptable. I’m mortified, honestly.”
“You don’t have to feel bad about it. It’s my job to manage the boundary between us, not yours. I want to be clear that none of this is your fault. Therapy is an intense process on both sides. Clients sometimes develop feelings for their therapists. We even have a name for it: transference.”
She frowned. “Is that what you think we’re doing here? Therapy?”
“What do you think we’re doing here?"
She wrinkled her nose. "Not therapy. I don't need therapy."
"There's no shame in therapy. One of the bravest things we can do is ask for help. I’m employed here as a psychologist. The first rule of being in a helping profession is that you do not harm. The relationship between us has become complicated.”
“What does it matter anyway? You told me you don’t even like me.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like you.”
She pressed her lips together. “Right. Just not like that.”
I drew a breath. I’d have to reiterate this with more eloquence now we weren’t sitting so close together in my car. I could be professional in here. I’d just treat her like any other client.
“Therapists aren’t allowed to like their clients in that way. It’s unethical.”
“But what if you just did? You can’t help who you’re attracted to.”
“Attraction is a feeling like any other, and like any other feeling, I have a choice whether to act on it or not. I never would. I could lose everything—my job, my reputation, my self-respect. You might not think we’ve been doing therapy, but you’ve confided in me. Things you wouldn’t have told me otherwise.”
