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I wanted him to see I was tight. In and out, slowly and deliberately, I fucked myself until I was falling off the edge of a cliff. "Come with me, Brax."
My breath shortened as I slid my fingers to my clit. Faster and faster I went until I welcomed the shockwaves that begun to electrify my entire body.
I arched my back and threw my head back as I came, my eyes never leaving Brax's as wave after wave of pleasure rocketed through my body.
With a deep growl, Brax found his release as I found mine.
I'd barely let him catch his breath before I'd brought my fingers back to my mouth and licked them clean. “You should taste me sometime, Brax.”
Before he could answer, I smiled and disconnected the video call. The episode was over, but the show was just beginning.
And I was the motherfucking star of it.
Eighteen
DYLAN
Present Day
Sharing all the sinful parts of myself had me feeling sick.
Sitting in Dr. Crowe’s office, a heavy knot of nausea twists in my stomach as I recount how the affair with Brax had begun and burned out of control.
But this silence? It was dragging on longer than usual. Any second now, she'll tell me what I know that it is.
Shameful.
Disgusting.
Iknewit was. That's why I was here, after all. Therapy was about honesty, even if it meant tearing your soul to shreds in the process.
When I first started seeing Dr. Crowe, I expected her to berate me for having an affair.
For betraying my relationship.
For ruining Brax and Ally's.
But, so far, she hadn’t.
But I had a sinking feeling that this time might be different.
The only sound in the room was the scratch of Dr. Crowe’s pen as she scribbled something in her notebook. Her movements were precise, controlled, and her perfectly threaded eyebrows were arched in a way that made it nearly impossible to gauge what she was thinking.
Maybe she's making a note to never introduce her husband to me.
I stole a quick glance at the family photo on her desk and wondered what it would be like to be married to a therapist.
Does she psychoanalyze her husband the way she did her patients?
Does he ever call her out on it?
Do they fight and then have angry, make-up sex?
Or does she work her voodoo so that their marriage glides along in robotic perfection?
God, this silence. It's making me fucking crazy.
More so than I already am.
