He cups the side of my face, bringing his lips just millimeters from mine, but doesn’t kiss me. “I meant what I said, Amelia. This is two adults enjoying each other’s company and racking up as many orgasms as we can. I know I needed this just as much as you did.” I nod, not sure what else to say. “And as long as we’re on the same page, you can expect to see me quite frequently.”
“Should I keep that dildo here just in case?” I ask him in a teasing lilt.
He chuckles but shakes his head. “Not unless you want to. That was more of a one-time thing for me. But next time, it will be my cock in your pussy, not some toy.”
Oh God, do we have time for another round because I’m getting hot and bothered again…
“Oh.”
“I didn’t think fucking you right away was the gentlemanly thing to do, but rest assured—I will have you all over this office, especially on that little couch of yours. I feel like it’s only right since you’re a therapist.”
Giggling, I try to lean back, but he pulls me forward this time and crushes his mouth to mine. Ethan kisses me like I’m a drug and he’s an addict, like if he stops and goes up for air, I might evaporate before him.
And each time we kiss, I understand just how addicting this man could be as well. I know I’m entering into this arrangement knowing what it entails, but I also know I’m risking my heart too.
However, sometimes you just have to live in the moment, without contemplating the consequences, and focus on all the benefits instead—like orgasms. Those are pretty terrific, if I do say so myself.
“I’ll see you around,” he says when we part, turning slowly for the door and unlocking it.
“Yeah. See ya.”
And then he’s gone, and I’m rushing around my office to clean up and get rid of the smell of sex before my next client arrives, accepting that this may just become my new normal, all the while remembering that I’m not wearing any panties.