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She lifts a brow. “Have you ever acted on them?”
I incline my head. “Yes.” Too many times to count, I silently add in my head.
“Hmm… interesting.” She props her elbow on the arm of the chair, one of her slender fingers rubbing along her bottom lip. “Care to tell me what those desires are?”
One side of my mouth tips up. “Have we reversed roles here, Charlotte? Are you now the doctor and I the patient?”
Charlotte looks gorgeous no matter what expression is on her face, but when she flashes me one of her flirtatious smiles, I swear to Christ the world around us ceases to exist. All I see is the curve of her luscious lips, and my only thought is how sweet they would taste.
“Maybe I’m just trying to get to know you better. Find out what makes you tick.” She drops her hand to her thigh, and my question from a moment ago is answered when her eyes stay locked on mine as she not so subtly slides her skirt up an inch. I try to keep my eyes away, I really fucking do, but it’s no use. “You know so much about me, but I hardly know anything about you.” She licks her bottom lip, teasing my control. “I’m curious what secrets you hold. What your desires are. What tempts you.”
She’s all of those things. She’s my dirty, little secret, my naughtiest temptation, and my desire for her grows every fucking week she walks into my office. I often wonder how much longer I’ll be able to hide my attraction to her.
I move my notepad to the center of my lap, hiding my growing erection. From the smirk tipping up her lips, I have no doubt she knows the state she’s putting me in.
“You’re not paying me to know my secrets,” I tell her, the rough edge to my voice just another clue giving away my state of arousal. Charlotte’s always been a bit of a flirt during our sessions, but she’s upped her game today. “Why don’t you tell me about your most recent experience?”
I should be shot in the goddamn head for asking that.
What in the hell are you doing, I ask myself. Apparently, I’m really into self-torture.
“Would you—” She’s cut off when her phone pings. Leaning forward, she grabs it from her purse. After checking the screen, she lifts her beautiful eyes to me. “I’m afraid I have to cut this session short. There’s something I need to take care of.”
Disappointment settles in my gut, but I mask it behind a smile. “I hope everything’s okay.”
She grabs her purse, slinging it over her shoulder, and stands. I get to my feet. “Thank you. It’s nothing serious.”
She walks toward me, not stopping until there’s only a few inches between us. Her delicious, citrusy scent engulfs my senses, playing havoc with my head and body.
Her eyes slide down my body, lingering at my waist for a moment before lifting them back up to meet mine. “I’ll see you next Thursday, Doctor Erikson.” Her voice is smooth like silk, but I notice a hint of huskiness.
“Until next week.”
She looks at me for a moment longer, her stare holding untold wants and desires, before she turns on her heel and walks out the door.
I blow out a breath and rub the back of my neck, massaging the tense muscles.
I’m damn glad Charlotte was my last patient of the day and that my office comes with its own bathroom.
Just like every Thursday, I’ll be spending the next fifteen minutes relieving the perpetual ache seeing her always causes.
Chapter 2
CHARLOTTE
I take a much-needed breath the minute I’m outside Dr. Erikson’s office and pray for a breeze to cool my heated flesh. This always happens after my sessions with my hot doctor. The man knows exactly what to do to set me on edge. And the kicker is, he doesn’t really do anything. All I need is a glimpse of him and my heartrate picks up, my stomach quivers, and my pussy gushes with want.
Pulling a hair tie from my purse, I stand on the sidewalk and pull my hair up into a messy bun, relieved to have the hot and heavy mass off my neck. I press the unlock button as I approach my car and climb inside.
I hated leaving my session early. Each week I milk every second I can with Dr. Erikson. To be called away is irritating, but my sister, Terri, texted and asked if I could pick up my niece from track practice because her doctor’s appointment ran late. Terri, her husband, Jamie, and their eighteen-year old daughter moved to Silver Falls a month ago. Luna, a senior, was understandably upset about leaving all of her friends behind to move several states over. In my brother-in-law’s defense, the company he worked for went bankrupt. The replacement job he found paid more and had better benefits. And although it was a big move for Luna, it was a bonus for me because the job was here in Silver Falls working for a friend of mine. It’s been nice having my sister and her family close by.
Fifteen minutes later, I pull up to the front of Silver Falls High and park. I shoot my niece a message to let her know I’m here and where I am. It takes her another five minutes before the school doors are pushed open and Luna, in her track outfit, walks out. An older man, probably a teacher, walks out with her. She spots my car and waves before turning to the man. I can’t see her face, but he hands her a book. Then she turns and walks away.
“Hey, kiddo,” I greet once she slides in the seat and closes the door. “Was that one of your teachers?”
“Yeah. Mr. Monroe. He teaches English,” she answers in her usual soft voice.
I put the car in drive and ease away from the sidewalk.
