Page 32 of Ash and Poison

“It’s Sheriff Bricks,” Diya said with a smile. I hated that look in her eyes—like she was already imagining his hands on her body.

“He’s handsome,” Sarah whispered. “I saw him.”

“He’s okay,” Jimmy said with a shrug. I chuckled, and he smiled. “Ash is better looking. You should go on a date with him.”

Diya coughed and cleared her throat while I stared at her. When she met my eyes, she was smiling.

“Well, the problem is… he’s not my type, and I can’t date my patients, Jimmy.”

I didn’t agree to any of that.

When the session ended, she walked out, and I followed her. She turned to look at me only after we reached her office, eyes filled with poison. That one look could make a man go fucking mad.

I closed the door, locking it for good measure.

“What?” she snapped.

“You can’t date your patient, but you can fantasize about fucking him when no one else is watching, can’t you? Except I was watching, Sharma.” Her breath stuttered when I leaned closer, taking a whiff of her. “And I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

She glared at me, eyes burning with vengeance, and my cock tightened.

“Why don’t you go back to being eternally silent, Asher? You’re bothering me—”

“Like you told me, it was boring. You were talking a lot when I was silent. It’s your turn to listen now, Doctor Chatterbox,” I said, leaning against her desk as she took her chair. “So? You’re still going out with Vincent?”

“I am,” she replied curtly. “And I don’t appreciate this.” She pointed at me with a frown. “You… coming in whenever you feel like it.”

“Are you sure about that?” I said, leaning closer, feeling her warmth. “Why don’t I believe that? Your heart’s racing.”

I grazed her chin with my nose, inhaling deeply, filling my lungs with Diya Sharma and her scent.

It was heady and seductive.

Diya was a drug I couldn’t resist as long as she lived.

Every breath I took made me want to move in closer, to let her consume me, drown me. My pulse quickened, and for a moment, every rational thought died, and I wanted only one thing. Her. Naked, on her knees, begging for my cock.

“What’s that scent?” I asked.

She blinked. “What?”

“The one you wear. You smell like… poison.”

She laughed then. “Lily of the Valley with a hint of vanilla and nightshade.”

I was right. Poisons!

I removed her hair tie with a sigh. Silky hair flowed down, a wild blend of black and electric blue. Burying my fingers into her hair, I yanked her head back until she was forced to look up at me.

Her lips parted.

I pulled her up, sat down on her chair, and yanked her down on my lap, wrapping my hands around her. My cock came to attention when her ass met me.

“What are you doing?” She groaned when I pressed my fingers to her hips.

“Shh,” I whispered, my hand crawling up her body until it was around her throat. “If I break your neck now…”

“Mmm.” She moaned, grinding herself against my erection. “Is that a challenge?” She pressed further into my cock, creating a torturous friction that made my mind go blank.