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So, no, Roselle Woods wasn’t a sex addict as far as Dr. Dangerfield was concerned. What he was, was a self-absorbed, selfish-ass bastard. Period.
“So how many times have you cheated or gotten caught, Mr. Woods?” she asked.
Roselle shrugged again, shaking his head. “Damned if I know. I’ve lost count.” And that was the truth. His dick had been buried inside more wet holes than his memory allowed him to remember. Shit. He couldn’t remember what half those bitches looked like. He nutted on ’em. Then bounced on ’em.
“Tell the truth. It’s them long lashes and that wavy hair,” Isaiah said jokingly.
Roselle chuckled. “Nah, nah. It’s the swag.” And the good dick he put on ’em. Yet, he didn’t feel the need to mention that part. All pretty boys didn’t have small-ass dicks, and they all weren’t minutemen. And Roselle was walking, talking, fucking, proof of that. And he had a string of well-fucked bitches to prove it.
Dr. Dangerfield’s gaze landed on Isaiah. “What about you, have you cheated on your wife?”
“Nah—I mean, does oral count?”
Kendall chuckled.
She nodded. “Yes. Oral sex is still sex.”
Roselle shook his head. “Nah, Doc. Sorry. Eating ain’t cheating.”
Roselle and Isaiah laughed, while Kendall pretty much stayed quiet.
Dr. Dangerfield tilted her head. “Oh, is that so?”
“No doubt,” Roselle said confidently.
“Okay then,” Dr. Dangerfield challenged. “Tell me this, are you letting your wife know every time your penis slips into another woman’s mouth? Or the number of times your face finds its way between another woman’s thighs? Are any of you?”
Roselle and Isaiah said in unison, “Hell nah.”
“Damn, Doc,” Roselle added, “you tryna get me killed.”
Dr. Dangerfield pursed her lips. “Mm. Then it’s cheating. Anything that you do with someone other than your wife—without permission—is cheating. Anything you do that you keep secret from your spouse is cheating. Anything that may have dire consequences in your marriage is cheating. There’s no way around it.”
She looked over at Kendall. “What is your view on cheating, Mr. Evans?”
Kendall stretched his neck from one side to the other, then looked at her. He wasn’t about to make a confession. But he still wanted to know, “What if you don’t wanna cheat; what if every part of your marriage is everything you want it to be, except for in the sex? Then what are you supposed do?
Be sexually unfilled?”
Dr. Dangerfield crossed her legs. “No. You talk to your spouse. You share with him or her what your desires are, what you would like for your partner to bring to the bedroom. But it has to be done thoughtfully, with tact, and with love.”
“And if she isn’t open to that?” Kendall asked, pinning her with a penetrating stare. “Then what?”
“Then you seek counseling.” Dr. Dangerfield studied him, her gaze lingering longer than it probably should. “Is that your story, Mr. Evans?”
Kendall shook his head. “I love my wife, okay?”
“But . . .?” Dr. Dangerfield prodded.
But she isn’t everything I need in the bedroom. “There is no but,” he said instead.
“Does she satisfy you?”
Kendall’s lip twitched. He wasn’t comfortable putting his business out there like that, especially in front of other men. He didn’t know them. And he didn’t trust them.
What was he supposed to tell her? That he wanted his wife to suck his dick and lick his balls and then, every so often, tongue his ass? He wasn’t about to share any of that to her, and definitely not in front of these jokers.
Motherfuckers pillow-talked and gossiped more than females at times. So he wasn’t going to put his wife out there like that. He had too much respect for Krista. Maybe he’d be more open with the Doc in private. Maybe.
