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Air. Where is it? I need air in the lungs that are currently being compressed with the weight of his water surrounding me. Suffocating me. So much so that I'm beginning to enjoy the sweet torture that is drowning.
His statement, while used to imply the stretching at the end of our session, has a double meaning, and that smirk facing the ceiling insinuates his game.
He's toying with me, with himself. Knowing he's pushing my limits because he can and testing those waters again. Trying to move that line to allow me the access and space to cross it.
What he doesn't realize is he's playing with a woman whose boundaries are on the verge of snapping like a twig.
And wiping that coy little smile off his pretty face is exactly where I'll start.
34
Lake
Fuck,Imissedher.
Three days was three days too many, and that for me is new.
I had to reschedule a few sessions, one for a recent interview with Sports Illustrated and the other for my mom. Dale was out of town on business, and she’d needed a ride to the hospital for another consultation with her oncologist. She convinced me everything was fine, so I let it go and sat in the reception until she finished up.
When she came out, red eyes brimming with tears met me in that waiting room, but she still insisted they were on the right track with this new treatment, and she was eager as hell to get back to herself. I was eager to see it too.
So, after a few home sessions with the detailed instructions sent from my sexy as hell therapist, I was back in the gym, ready for a little late-night therapy with my girl.
I could've killed her for leaving the fucking door unlocked. Yes, I was only around the corner, but even so, the idea that someone could've come in here and taken advantage of her drives me mad. Now, here I am, taking advantage of her without exactly taking advantage of her.
Jesus, those braids.Immediately upon seeing her in that cute earthy-colored sweatshirt, the matching biker shorts beneath, with her hair tied back in two French braids, I imagined the worst. I saw myself gripping them in my hands, wrapping them around my palms and controlling the fuck out of her mouth. But I've done my best to stay respectful and keep my distance throughout the workout.
Until I saw that sliver of skin as she reached for the rolling mat. Her lower back, right where those dimples sit and her tight ass arches out. Fuck, those back dimples do something strange to me.
I couldn't control myself any longer. My hands found her hips, and there I was, holding onto her, needing more. I tried to breathe through it, to remember her client/patient boundaries, and somehow found the strength to push myself off of her and over to the table.
I need a fucking ice bath for this raging hard-on that seems to always want to come out to play since knowing her. She's gotten beneath my skin, seeped her way into my head, and I can pretend all I want, but this girl is all I can think about. What I want is for her to be driven crazy with thoughts about me, too.
Pushing the limits and teasing is what I do best, but I need her to cross that line herself. I want to see her squirm with the same desire I feel, being forced to break her own code of conduct in a desperate attempt to give in to her wants and needs.
She's a tough cookie, this one. I knew it'd be a challenge. What I wasn't expecting is what happened next.
“You're waiting for your therapist to break her own rules?” she asks, approaching the massage table with a cocked brow.
I sigh, facing the ceiling again with my hands behind my head. “Any way I can get you, D.” I quickly change positions, sitting up on my elbows to face her, the words pouring out in desperation. “I just can't stop.”
She lifts her chin, grabbing my leg and placing it over her shoulder to stretch me. “Stop what? Getting erections in my presence?” she deadpans.
I choke out a laugh, not expecting her bluntness as she pushes me until I'm flat on my back again, stretching the muscle I didn't realize was so tight.
“It happens all the time, Lake. With many of my clients,” she says through a soft sigh, pushing my knee towards my chest.
No, she didn't.
“It's fine. I'm used to it. Doesn't even phase me anymore.” She hops on the table to get better leverage, the smirk on her face killing me slowly. “I'm a snake charmer, Lake. It's my cross to bear.”
My brows pinch together as she leans over me now, her eyes connecting with mine.
“Nope,” I reply immediately, not even allowing the world in which that's true.
“Nope? What do you mean, nope?” She frowns.
“You're still seeing other clients?”
