Sex Therapy

“Yes,” she breathes, fixing her messy hair by combing it with her fingers.

Based on Chloe’s appearance, Alexa will most likely come into my office at some point and give me shit. That’s one of the things I liked about her from the start and the reason I had hired her. She calls it like she sees it. I will miss that attitude around this office. But I am more excited to have Chloe around. After Alexa’s departure, I will have Chloe all to myself without any distractions.

Our lips brush together one last time as I reach around Chloe and hit the mute button. “Hello, Mrs. Madison. Is everything okay?”

Chloe excuses herself with a wave, fixing her dress and then her hair as she walks out of my office. After only an hour together, I am already happy Alexa chose Chloe as a suitable replacement.

Now, I get to reap the benefits of hiring the girl who stole my heart and then broke it. Maybe she will be the one to put me back together, make me whole again. Only time will tell. And I plan to show Chloe how much I had missed her.

Chapter Nine

Chloe

After fingering myself in front of Jackson and sucking him off, I was ready for him to fuck me. But his secretary and patients had other plans. The second I walked out of his office, Alexa had her hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me over to her desk to learn everything there is to know about Dr. King. How he likes his coffee. What food he orders for lunch. How to schedule his pain in the ass patients. Which patient has a weekly appointment that cannot be moved unless it’s an emergency.

Through my training, I learned a lot about Jackson by the time lunch rolled around. He lives a very controlled life from what I can tell though that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Jackson was always organized, structured, lived a certain way. Except for his new way of living apparently, involves having sex with women at all times of the day.

He’s cold, closed off, and only responds when sex is involved. And even when he gets what he wants, he’s moody and arrogant, over confident and full of himself. Sure, he has a big dick, so big I had trouble fitting him into my mouth. But does that give him the right to be such a pompous ass? I hate to admit, but that side of him turns me on. It shouldn’t, but it does. I love when he orders me around and barks orders at me.

Before Jackson, I had only ever been with Mike, and the sex was awful. I was a virgin when we met with nothing to compare. Jackson should have been my first. I should have thrown myself at him and begged him to take my virginity. Instead, he missed that chance, gave it to Mike along with me. My heart and body were Jackson’s for the taking. Now, we have lost times to make up.

Why wasn’t he like this years ago? I love seeing Jackson so dominant and in control. My nipples harder from one look from Jackson let alone when he touches me. We would have been together now, probably married with children, instead of wasting our lives with other people.

Alexa brushed things off as if she had no idea what happened between Jackson and me and continued with our day together. She’s smart, senses things about people, and I know without a doubt she has at least some idea of the debauchery that took place this morning. I can see why Jackson hired her. A man with his needs requires someone who has his back, understands he needs privacy.

If the new girl replacing me had given my boss an oral examination on her first day of work, I wouldn’t take as well to her as Alexa has to me. Most of the day I sat next Alexa, taking notes about how to run the office, all with wet panties and a smile. I’m hoping my lunch hour will be spent with Jackson. My legs are still trembling from our encounter, and my pussy aches with need.

Alexa presses the button on the phone and waits for Jackson to say, ‘Yes.”

“Dr. King, what do you want for lunch today?”

“Chloe.” That’s all he says. The line goes silent, the awkwardness in the room lingering in the air.

I lean forward to speak into the intercom. “Yes, Dr. King.”

Was he saying he wanted to talk to me or to have me for lunch? Knowing Jackson, he wants both.

“Come here.” He leaves it at that before he hangs up on us.

Alexa gives me a blank stare, shaking off the strange encounter. She must be so used to his odd behavior because she seems completely unfazed. “You better get going, sweetie. That man does not like to wait.”

“I figured as much.”

While she remains calm, unaffected, I am on the edge of my seat, dying to know what he wants from me. Another blow job? Maybe he will fuck me this time. I hope so.

I get up from the chair next to Alexa and run my hands down the front of my skirt to straighten it. Not that it matters how I look. I’m sure my clothes will be rumpled, and my hair will be a mess again by the time Jackson and I are finished.

I knock before entering, then step inside his office and lock the door behind me, assuming this will be the norm for now on. Jackson strolls toward me, broad-shouldered and oozing sex appeal in black slacks that hang low on his waist and a fitted black button down shirt. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, causing the muscles in his arms to look more pronounced.

He pushes me up against the door and reaches behind me to check the lock.

I smile, proud of myself. “I already took care of it. No one will interrupt us this time.”

“They will at some point,” he breathes against my lips. “I have patients this afternoon.”

“Then, you better eat me now so you can get on with your day,” I joke. But I am serious about him making me his lunch.

He claps my bicep with a wicked grin on his handsome face and leads me over to his desk. Jackson lures me in with his lecherous gaze, staring so intently at me that I feel as though I am a patient he wants to study. I have the need to satisfy him, indulge him and his fantasies.