“Like shit,” he said, spitting out the words.
“Why? Did it touch a nerve?”
He nodded. She paused, tilted her head, waited. Shrinks were good at waiting. Waiting for you to cough up answers. He didn’t have any to serve.
“Are you going to tell me about these impossible choices that have brought you here?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He didn’t know why the hell he needed to open up to anyone. Casey knew. Why did anyone else need to know?
“How do you feel keeping it all to yourself?” she asked.
The same way he’d felt for a year. The same way he’d felt since the Ski Patrol carted Aubrey’s body down the mountain. Like hell. Like he was cloaked in the guilt that clawed away at him. The only thing that made it go away was Michelle. Being with her, being close with her, fucking her into the fantastic bliss that only sex could bring. Yeah, that was the kind of therapy he needed.
“Fine,” he muttered, his mind on Michelle; the nights with her were doing a far better job blanking out this mangled stew of emotions in his gut.
Hell, it wasn’t only the sex. It was the before, during and after. It was all of it. It was her. She was sexy and she was guileless. She was naughty and she was direct.
She was two floors away from him right now. He wanted to see her. Wanted to touch her, taste her, hear her laugh, watch her raise an eyebrow at some comment he made. Then take her.
When he was through with Kana, he pushed open the door to the stairwell, ready to head up the steps to her office. But he stopped himself. She had a job to do. He couldn’t go barging in.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:02 PM
subject: Could you sense my masculine intensity just two floors down?
Was so tempted to stop by your office a few minutes ago.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:04 PM
subject: Ah, that was the heady scent wafting into my office
Just finished with a session. Too bad I missed a potential “session” with you. I’d have happily let you eat me out again.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:09 PM
subject: Starving now
You little fucking naughty dirty vixen.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:12 PM
subject: Only scratched the surface of dirty
That’s how you like me.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:15 PM
subject: As dirty as you want to get. That’s how far I’ll scratch.
God, I love it when you say dirty things. Do dirty things. Spread your legs for me right now, and tell me what you’d say to me if I had walked into your office.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:16 PM
subject: This.
Fuck me with your tongue.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:18 PM
subject: I want that.
I need to be drenched in your pussy tonight. I need to eat you and fuck you and lick you all over. I need to have my fingers in you.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:19 PM
subject: All of that and more
You should test some of your new toys on me. I’m very willing to be your research project.
from: [email protected]
date: Sept 19, 12:21 PM
subject: I am a very thorough researcher
I am going to research the fuck out of your beautiful body. Prepare to be ravaged tonight. That is a promise. I have to go into a meeting. This is going to be the most painful meeting of my life. Where can I meet you when it’s over? I need to see you.
Tugging at his white button-down shirt, as if that would sap the heat from his body, Jack powered down his phone a few blocks from his destination. Michelle was still on his mind, and the effect of even that one email exchange was abundantly evident in his body right now. He didn’t need an erection this demanding knocking on his fly at a lunch meeting, so he tried to force his brain to let go of the images tearing through his skull. Potent pictures of all that had transpired over the last two weeks wouldn’t leave his head; the time on his couch; the time in his shower; the time in the hallway; the time in front of the window. Each time was better than the last.
And then there were the images of all the times he intended to have with her. The things he wanted to do to her. The adventures he wanted to have with her willing mind and body. She was such a passionate lover, such a sensual woman, whose body responded to his every touch. She gave herself freely; he could only imagine the paths they could continue to explore.