briefs down even farther so that she can lick her way up my shaft. “I’d never forgive myself.”
I laugh. I actually fucking laugh.
Remorse. Empathy. Avery’s not a psychopath at all. She’s just a stalker!
I pull this force of nature to her feet by her hair and kiss her surprised mouth. It’s like kissing a bolt of lightning. If you can harness its power, you’re king of the world. If not, you’re a fucking dead man.
Avery wraps my tie around her fist the same way that her hair is wrapped around mine. Then, she presses up onto her toes to kiss me deeper. She’s shorter without those sky-high shoes on. I like it.
As much as I hate to admit it, I like everything about this woman.
Letting go of my hand, Avery reaches between us and takes my length in her fist.
I moan into her mouth as she works me slowly. The sensation of finally kissing this woman, of being worshipped by her to the point that she would defy all social boundaries to get close to me, is an ecstasy I can’t describe. I’ve been a slave to my professionalism, my ambitions since I was old enough to fuck.
I want to let go.
And I want to do it with her.
Still gripping her hair, I slide my other hand up the back of her bare thigh and give her full, round ass a rough squeeze. Avery arches her spine and presses her backside into my hand. Remembering what she said earlier, I yank her head back, kissing her deeper as I knead her smooth, warm flesh. Then, without warning, I spank her. Hard.
Avery’s lips spread into a wide grin where they’re pressed against mine, and she begins to work me faster.
I spank her again and feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. I relish this gift. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to express my emotions physically. My anger, my frustrations, my worries, my hurt. Psychologists are taught to talk about such things calmly. We don’t raise our fists. We don’t even raise our voices. But when my palm connects with Avery’s plump fucking ass, I feel a kind of release I’ve never experienced in my life.
Sliding my fingers along the seam of her silky thong, I feel how wet she is for me. How badly she wants this too. I dip my middle finger—the one she had in her mouth a few minutes ago—under the fabric and tease her from behind until she’s panting with every breath I let her take.
“You could do those things to me, Dr. Keaton. You could do anything you want.”
I plunge that finger inside of her before shoving it back into her mouth. Avery closes her eyes and sucks appreciatively, pumping me with both hands now.
Fuck.
“Turn around and put your hands on the ledge.” My words come out more ragged than confident as I struggle to keep myself from coming all over her dress.
Avery does as I said, and the sight of her—ass up with my palm print on one cheek—makes me want to pound my chest like a fucking primate.
Ripping my tie off, I kneel behind her and grab two handfuls of buttery flesh. I slap her ass again before tracing the thin, silky strip of material between her legs with my tongue.
“Can they see you?” I ask, hooking the fabric with my finger and pulling it to one side.
“I…I don’t think so.” Her voice wavers.
Despite spending at least a dozen therapy sessions together, this is the first time I’ve seen Avery Oliver truly vulnerable. And I fucking love it.
“Good.”
Without warning, I spread her with my thumbs and assault her with my mouth. Avery screams as I punish her, lapping and sucking with the feral passion of a man possessed.
Not more than five seconds after the sound leaves her lungs, the phone in my pocket begins to ring again.
Goddamn it.
I hand the vibrating device to Avery, knowing who it is without even looking at the screen. “It’s Officer Parnell,” I growl. “Tell him you’re fine. Tell him you’re going to come down.”
Avery accepts the phone with shaky fingers as I lavish her with more attention than she bargained for.
“Mmhmm,” she mewls, arching her back as I palm her ass with both hands and plunge into her with my tongue.
“Yessssss.” Her knees buckle. “God, I am feeling so much better. Dr. Keaton knew exactly what I needed.”
I smirk as I swirl my tongue around her tight little hole.