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My mum’s words drifted through my head.
You can’t do much wrong in this job apart from sleeping with the clients.
I parked in the lot across the street from the grand, soaring Beaufort Hotel. I switched the engine off.
Skylar unbuckled and twisted in the passenger seat to face me. “Look, I get it. We work together. You don’t want to get into anything with me. It’s fine. I’m not looking for anything deep here, either. I just got out of a relationship. My focus has to be on getting us promoted. I don’t want this getting out, either. I’m just asking for…”
I glanced at her. What? What was she asking for?
“Some no strings fun.” She quirked a brow. “Like you said you wanted in your profile.”
A pulse beat in my head. “I didn’t make that dating profile. My siblings think this kind of thing is funny—”
“Fine, but so what if you did do it? You’re allowed to date. You’re allowed to have sex.”
“Yes, but not with you.”
It was unethical and it was damaging for her. I’d made a huge mistake. The best thing to do would be to get her out of the car and go home. I couldn’t continue this, no matter how she made my heart thump. I dared a glance at her. Her elegant face drew my gaze like a magnet. My fingers ached to touch her, to feel something good and beautiful instead of the restless tension that consumed me.
I’d been restless for so long. Burned out from looking after everyone all the time: my mum, my patients, my family. Irritation always crawling under my skin at all the mess in the house and things beyond my control. I needed something… different. Something fun. Something wild. Skylar wasn’t an option—it was selfish and stupid to get involved with her—but God, I wanted her. I wanted her the same way I’d wanted her when we were both fourteen. Except the teenage me wouldn’t have had a clue what to do with a woman like this.
I knew now.
She reached for my hand and her warm fingers intertwined with mine. “I can see you fighting yourself. It doesn’t have to be so deep.”
Her eyes were gentle and contemplative. I didn’t want her gentleness. Heat tingled where her fingers touched mine. I should have let go, but I couldn’t. She leaned into me, tilting her face upward. My body ached for her. I wanted to pull her onto my lap and take her right there in the carpark. I wanted to bury myself in her, to lose myself. I wanted to fuck her out of my system because I couldn’t keep feeling like this in her presence. Every day was a struggle to maintain control over myself when I was so desperate to drown in her.
She glanced at the hotel across the street. “You should see these rooms. Can you believe Gabe owns this whole thing?”
Her sweet watermelon perfume filled my senses as she moved closer and rested her palm on my cheek. “We’ve crossed the line, Reece. Stay with me tonight.” Her voice was a soft murmur. “What’s the point in denying yourself now?”
The touch of her hand was unbearable in its tenderness. She gazed into my eyes and I felt my pulse everywhere, my throat, my wrists, my eyelids. This was the third time I’d had the woman I was infatuated with asking me to spend a night with her. The difference was, now I’d had a taste of her, how was I supposed to go back to before?
A torrent of filth filled my mind.
The caress of her soft mouth on mine. Her kiss, rushed and urgent but devouring and all consuming. Pulling her roughly onto my lap, freeing her perfect breasts from her sports bra and feeling the beautiful weight of them in my palms. Slipping my fingers into her shorts.
She watched my face in the dim light of the car and a smile curved her lips. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? Come inside. Gabe insisted I stay in the penthouse. Apparently, there’s a gold-plated Jacuzzi. It sounds like a bloody porn set.”
Her eyes clung to my face. I shook my head and blew out a breath. “It’s my fault that things went so far between us, and it’s my responsibility to put a stop to it.”
“This is bullshit. You want me. I’m yours. Be brave, Reece. Take what you want.”
The easiest thing would be to take what I wanted. I already had. It was braver to walk away, because this was fucking terrible. Boundaries were in place for a reason. To protect the patient and the therapist. No ethical helper had a relationship with their patient. My stomach churned. I didn’t want to be the bad guy, but I’d fucked this up.
She reached for the door handle. “Stop overthinking this. I’m asking you upstairs for a shag in a gold-plated Jacuzzi. I’m not asking you to marry me. Don’t you want some porn star sex in your brother-in-law’s porny hotel room?” There was a trace of laughter in her voice. “Live the dream.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her bluntness.
Her eyes riveted to my face. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh.” She nudged me in the side. “Life doesn’t have to be so serious, you know. Are you coming or not? I’m not going to beg.”
This had to end. I had to get out before I messed up even more. But tonight, I couldn’t say no. The fact of the matter was that I was weak, and Skylar knew it. Tomorrow, I’d hand in my resignation. Tonight, I needed porn star sex with Skylar Marshall in one of my brother-in-law’s porny hotel rooms.
Chapter 25
Skylar
I lay back in the enormous circular Jacuzzi. Delicious heat soothed my sore muscles, and everything relaxed inside of me like a full-body sigh. The low hum of the Jacuzzi filled my ears, and silky rose-scented bubbles vibrated and splashed against my bare skin. Reece’s hands were everywhere, skimming my thighs, gliding over my hips, stroking my stomach.
