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“Shut up, Jordan.”
“Make me.”
I did, by yanking his head to mine and kissing him until both of us were breathless. When we came up for air, Jordan now beneath me, pliant and at my mercy, I opened my mouth to continue our conversation, but he beat me to it.
“What happens on the island stays on the island? And after this, we go back to our normal lives?”
I nodded. “Normal…but without us riling each other up.”
“But it’s so much fun to rile you up.” He smirked at me, and I had to wipe the smirk off his face, which resulted in another round of kissing, and this time, neither of us held back. When Jordan kissed down my throat, his hand going to my erection, trapped in my underwear, I wasted no time in ensuring we were both naked in under five seconds. Gripping the delicious curves of his ass, I ground my hips against his, our erections sliding together, all hot, wet friction.
“Fuck, Theo. This feels so good.” His words were panted against my throat as our movements sped up.
“Mmm. Are you going to come for me, baby?”
He whimpered, his fingers digging into my skin as his climax hit, his cum smearing across our stomachs and my dick, and the feel of it on my skin was all it took to send me over the edge after him.
Afterwards, when we’d cleaned up and Jordan had finally fallen asleep, I lay on my back, staring unseeing at the ceiling. If I were to be completely honest with myself, what we’d just done and had been doing were some of the best sexual experiences of my life, and despite my reassurances to Jordan, I was worried about what it might mean for my future.
I breathed in and out deeply, until my racing heartbeat slowed. What happened on the island stayed on the island. By the time we left, I’d make sure that Jordan Emery was out of my system. For good.
24
THEO
“You’re over the worst of the physical symptoms now.” Dr. Ross placed his stylus and tablet down on his desk, giving me a warm smile. “Your vitals are all perfectly normal, and from everything you’ve told me, I’d say that any remaining withdrawal symptoms should fade in the next day or two. Now, before we move on, we need to discuss your cravings.”
I nodded. He’d been asking me the same questions daily, in the same order, and I’d come to take comfort in this little routine. I knew what to expect and when, and I found that it eased something in my mind.
“You’ve told me that they’ve been manageable while you’ve been here. With your end date drawing closer, I want to start discussing your situation at home. Here at Black Diamond, you’ve been in…let’s call it a bubble. A new environment where you can stay busy and distracted. Managing to control your cravings is easier here. But when you’re at home, back in your usual routine, it’s likely that you’ll find the cravings more difficult to ignore.”
Wonderful. I shifted on the leather chaise longue, Dr. Ross’ preferred seat for me after the first week, when we’d been based in the medical wing.
He continued speaking after giving me another of his reassuring smiles. “We’re going to start focusing on some techniques you can use when you get home. I’ve also put together a shortlist of therapists in your vicinity that I think will be a good fit for you—and of course, you’re welcome to continue your sessions with me over video, if you prefer. My goal is to support you, and whatever you need, I’ll do my best to provide it. I’m not going to abandon you when you leave, Theo.”
I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. This man, who owed me nothing, was offering to be there for me, to support me through my most vulnerable moments. Yes, he was more than likely being paid an obscene amount of money, but even so, it was clear that he genuinely cared.
“Thank you. I…I know there’s a long way to go, and I appreciate all that you’ve done for me. I want to conquer this.”
His smile widened. “And I have no doubt that you will. Now, have you heard of CBT? Cognitive behavioural therapy?”
When I nodded, he tapped his stylus on his tablet. “That’s where we’ll begin. It’s my belief that it will help you to address the underlying cause of your sleep issues, and in turn, will make the cravings much more manageable.”
The underlying causes.
My parents.
My…inability to switch off my thoughts at night.
I met his gaze. “I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”
* * *
“Snorkelling was fun. If we could do that every day for our Focus activity, I’d be happy.” Jordan gave me a bright smile as we sat across from one another in the restaurant, dishes of poulet fafa in front of us. He speared a piece of chicken on his fork, his full lips closing around it as he gave a blissful sigh. I discreetly adjusted my cock under the table. Fuck. This man had such an effect on me, and he didn’t even know it.
“Yeah.”
Swallowing his mouthful, he glanced over at me. “Not feeling talkative today?”
