The Fallout (The Therapist #3) - W.S. Greer Page 0,37

up and down your clit over and over again, until you explode into my mouth?”

“Stop,” Dr. Monroe suddenly blurts out. She shakes her head, trying to pull herself out of a dream. “That’s umm … okay, I think we’ve done enough for today.”

“What?” I snip, frowning. “You want to end the session? Now?”

“I think we’ve done enough for today,” Dr. Monroe repeats. Her words tumble out of her mouth in a hurry like her brain can't spawn them fast enough. “We’ve had a bit of a breakthrough today. Umm, I think allowing me—I mean you you to fantasize … I mean, imagine what you'd like to do, and forcing you to shut it off is a great way of teaching you self-control and restraint. So, we should end the session right here, and thank you for coming in, Dr. Colson.”

“Thank you for coming in? You're kidding, right?” I growl. “You asked me to tell you what I’d do to you—for me to help you understand what it’s like. I only did what you asked, and now you're ready to dismiss me? I don't understand.”

“It’s okay if you don't understand yet,” Dr. Monroe says as she gets up from her seat and starts toward the door, expecting me to follow her out. “The last thing I want to do is cross the line with you … I mean, with your therapy. It’s best not to push too far, so let’s just end it here today, and we’ll discuss more next week. Thanks for being so open today, Dr. Colson. You're doing great.”

Covered in confusion, I lift myself out of the chair and follow Dr. Monroe. She opens up the door and stands next to it, waiting for me to exit. Before I do, I pause to look at her.

“This feels off, Dr. Monroe,” I say, my voice returning to its normal tone. “Why push a patient like that just to cut them off so abruptly?”

“I just want to make sure you don't lose control, Dr. Colson. That’s all.”

“You sure it’s me who’s losing control?”

The two of us stare at each other far longer than a patient and therapist should, and I’m suddenly reminded of what it was like right before I crossed the line with Ava. This is the exact feeling I had back then, and it has returned even stronger this time.

I want to kiss her. I want to push her up against the wall and show her how addicting sex with me is, and I know she wants it too. If I did it, would she stop me? Would she place her hand on my chest and push me away, or grab the back of my neck and pull me closer. I’m dying to find out.

“See you next week, Dr. Colson,” Dr. Monroe says on an anxious breath, breaking eye contact as she looks back into her office and waits for me to step over the threshold. The second I do, the door slams shut behind me.

20

~ Malcolm ~

Once I’m forced out of Dr. Monroe’s office, I stand in the corridor with my back against the door. What the hell just happened in there? Questions in my head are born every second, but I can't figure out what I just experienced.

She asked me to complete a task as a part of my therapy, and I did what she asked, but it was like she couldn't handle it. If I look at this with my therapist hat on, it’s a little easier to decipher.

I knew Dr. Monroe was too smooth to handle someone as rough as me, but it’s women like her who are usually most attracted to men they perceive as bad boys. There's something about a man who’s rough around the edges that attracts women with a life full of smooth surfaces. Admittedly, I don't know what Dr. Monroe’s life is like outside of her office and navy blue chairs, but judging her book by its cover, I don't see a woman who has ever been dominated. She’s strong-minded and confident, which usually scares men. It would take one hell of a Dom to make Dr. Evelyn Monroe a submissive, and I’d bet she has never encountered anyone bold enough to give her what she wants. Now that she has, she’s conflicted because I’m her patient. Oh, the tangled webs we weave.

While I’m uncertain what’s going through Dr. Monroe’s mind, I know what’s going through mine. I want her. Badly. It’s another tangled web, because I came to