The Fallout (The Therapist #3) - W.S. Greer Page 0,40

lets out a moan in my head, and I moan in the shower as I stroke myself.

Before I get too deep into it, I lather my body with soap and use the suds to make my cock slick enough for my hand to glide over it. Once I’m ready, I allow my mind to take me back to Dr. Monroe’s office.

I place my hand on Evelyn’s hips and move along with her as she starts to grind on me. She can feel how hard I am through the fabric of my clothes, and she smiles at how big this dick is. She has fantasized about it, and now she’s finally able to feel it for herself. Just wait until it’s throbbing deep inside of her.

She grinds against me and I grind against her, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths. Her skin is so soft against my fingers as I squeeze her ass before moving to her thighs where I take a handful to let her know I love all of her, even the parts she may be insecure about. To me, she’s flawless and feels so good. All I want is to touch and kiss her in her most intimate places. I caress her skin with my fingertips before letting them glide up to her waist and slip underneath her shirt.

“Take it off,” I command in my mind. “I want to see all of you.”

Dr. Monroe looks at me, and it’s the first time I’ve seen true lust in her eyes. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and my cock throbs in my hand while I stroke it beneath the shower.

“Yes, sir,” Dr. Monroe says as she sits up straight and places her hands on the end of her shirt. She goes to pull it up, and I hear the bathroom door creak.

My fantasy is put on pause as my eyes open instinctively to the noise, and I’m surprised when I see something blurry by the door. It’s masked by the steam in the room and the fog coated on the shower door, but I think I really see something there. With one hand still on my cock, I use the other to swipe away the fog on the door, and I’m shocked when I see Ava’s head poking in through a small opening in the door.

“What the fuck?” I shout as I slip and fall backwards, my hands flying out, grabbing for anything they can get a hold of only to find nothing there. I come crashing down onto the stone floor of the shower with a smack that hurts like absolute hell, but I don't have time to feel it.

I place my hands on the floor and push myself up. My blood rushes through my veins like NASCAR as I get up and yank the shower door open, only to find nothing there. The door is closed.

“What the fuck?” I say again with my heart pounding in my chest. Fear coats my skin like the water from the shower above me, and all I can feel now is confusion. It stings more than the pain of the fall, and I can't wrap my head around what just happened.

Did I imagine it? Was it a twisted part of my fantasy? My mind playing a dark and perverse game with me? I can’t make sense of it either way. All I can do is pull myself up and get out of the shower, because there’s no chance I’m getting hard again after that.

Once I’m out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself after I dry off. Stepping out of the bathroom, I look around for signs somebody may have been in my house, but I don't find any. Nothing seems out of place. All is normal, and I come to the conclusion I must have imagined Ava sticking her head into the bathroom to watch me masturbate. Of course she wasn't actually in here. All of my doors are locked, and I haven't heard from her since the day we broke up. Her being here just doesn't make sense.

After finally allowing myself to calm all the way down, I go into my room to find clothes to wear for the day. As I stand inside my closet, my cell phone rings. I jump a bit from the sound of it, but I shake it off after laughing at myself.

“Hello? Hi, Keisha, what’s up?”

“Hi, Dr. Colson,” Keisha says. “I know it’s early, but I just