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  All it took was twenty minutes with Aiden for me to want him just as much as he wants me. No matter how much I try to deny them, the feelings are still there. Maybe time was all we needed.

  He seems open to the possibility of getting better, though we have a long road ahead of us. He wants to break me. I wonder what had possessed him to say that to me. Anger? Fear? All addicts are the same. They act out when someone confronts them about their habits.

  I don’t blame him. Who would want to admit to their colleague that they have a life-ruining problem? It doesn’t help that he has feelings for me, too, or at the very least wants to use me for my body.

  Judging by the looks of it, Mark hasn’t been home since this morning. His clothes are still in the same pile on the floor, and his work clothes are nowhere in sight. I’m sure he will be out late again.

  Now that Aiden is back in my life, I no longer care about my failed relationship. All I can think about is Aiden and how he makes me feel like a teenager again. He lives in the city, not far from our offices. Even though I wish he were here with me, I’m happy to have some distance between us. If our houses were as close as our offices, I would be driving to meet him instead of walking into my bedroom.

  My entire body aches, especially my pussy, as I imagine Aiden’s wicked smirk, deep blue eyes, and the sound of his husky voice. Tonight, I will grant him this one request. He can own my body along with my orgasm. I should be ashamed of what I am about to do. Aiden is my patient. I could lose my license for getting involved with a patient.

  But it feels good to let go for once. Aiden and I have control in common. We both live very structured lives, despite the differences in our habits. Now, I’m turning into…

  What am I turning into?

  I let Aiden talk me into doing something I knew was wrong, and I enjoyed every second of it. He wanted me to show him my pussy. It took every ounce of control I had not to peel my panties to the side.

  As I grab my vibrator from the nightstand drawer, my body comes alive from the pleasure this task has given me. I might be helping Aiden, but maybe he’s doing the same for me.

  I have zero self-control around Aiden. From the moment his hand caressed my skin, I could not formulate a single thought. My will to fight him diminished the second he told me to touch myself for him.

  For the past few days, I have gotten wet just thinking about Aiden. The anticipation of having him inside me, filling up every inch of me, is fucking painful. I get on the bed, lean back against the headboard, and spread my legs. As I push up my skirt, I run my fingers along the inseam of my thigh and imagine Aiden’s hands peeling back my panties and his thumb rolling over my clit.

  How does Aiden do this to me?

  I don’t care, but I need more. Desperate to find some form of release, I glide the vibrator along my folds to test my slickness. As I click the button, it hums to life, causing my body to tremble once I shove it inside me. At first, I move slow and picture Aiden’s dark hair between my legs so that I can grab hold of him. I bet he would torture me until I begged him to come, which gives me even more pleasure.

  Imagining his strong shoulders and arms, I picture what I know are perfectly sculpted abs and his thick cock. I don’t have to see him naked to know how good he looks. Aiden has the body of an athlete with the face of a model. I bite down hard on my lip, quickening my pace.

  You did this to me, I whisper, wishing Aiden was here to see me complete his task.

  I’m so close as I envision Aiden telling me to come for him with that sexy half-smile he gives me. My world shifts, my core throbs from the building pressure, and my mind goes blank, shutting down yet so alive. The adrenaline rushes through me, making my heart race as it practically claws its way out of my chest.

  Out of breath, I stifle my moans by biting down on my bottom lip. I finish with one last whimper and Aiden’s name on my lips, yelling it as if he can hear my performance.

  He will ruin me. Aiden hasn’t touched me yet, and I know I will let him do whatever he wants.

  Unable to function, I withdraw the vibrator from my throbbing pussy, still surprised that I listened to him but glad that I did. Before Aiden waltzed back into my life, I never would have allowed a man to control me. I hate myself for it, but I can’t deny how good it felt to get off to one of the sexiest men I have ever met. If only I can keep my emotions in check.

  I am powerless around Aiden. How did I find the strength five years ago?

  * * *

  A few hours later, well past midnight, Mark comes home, making his usual banging in the kitchen, before he stumbles into my bedroom. More like our old bedroom that I have since commandeered. We haven’t spoken much since our breakup, only a few goodbyes in passing. Somehow, we have managed to make this work.

  Mark reeks of booze and perfume again, stinking up the room. How am I supposed to sleep?

  “Scarlett, are you up?” He flicks on the lamp next to the bed, casting a dim light on his face.

  “I am now. What do you want, Mark?”

  He sinks onto the mattress next to me, sitting at the edge of the bed. “I have to tell you something.”

  “You stink. Would you mind taking a shower?”

  “It won’t take me long to say this.”

  “Okay, well then spit it out. I have to get up at five for work.”

  “I lied when I said I never cheated on you.”

  My heart plunges into my chest from his betrayal. Even though I have been doing dirty deeds with Aiden, I broke up with Mark before anything had happened between us.

  “I don’t want to know, Mark. We’re not together anymore, so unless you are doing this to hurt me, you can spare me the details.”

  “I started seeing her about a month before we decided to call it quits.”

  “You fucking bastard, get out of here.” I sit up to smack him in the arm, doing my best to push him off the bed. “I don’t want you to finish your next thought.”

  He doesn’t budge. “I want her to move in here with me. I thought you should know that so you can find another place to live.”

  “Why? Because it finally dawned on you that you can’t afford the rent by yourself? You make me sick, Mark. Just get the fuck out of my bedroom and my life.”

  “If you can be out of the apartment by the end of the month, that would work for us.”

  I take a pillow and bash it into the side of his head. “Get. The. Fuck. Out.” I hit him one last time, the pillow falling in the space between us. “Now!”

  “Stop acting so crazy.” He gets up from the bed and turns off the light. “I just thought you should know.”

  “Tomorrow morning would have been a better time, asshole.”

  “I never see you in the morning. Late at night is the only time we have anymore.”

  “Because you stay out all night with your whore. Goodbye, Mark. Get out and get away from me.”

  He doesn’t say another word, as he drags his feet along the hardwood and exits the room.

  For ten minutes after he’s gone, I sob into my pillow, wondering how much longer I can deal with my life. I have Aiden on the brain and all the complications that come along with him. Mark wants to move his new girlfriend into the apartment I picked out, complete with all of my decorations.

  I moved on from Mark with Aiden, but I need more from him. In the past, Aiden wasn’t willing to give me what I need. This time, I have to demand more from him.

  Scarlett

  Sitting behind my desk, I stare out the window of my office, lost in lust-filled dreams of Aiden. He should be here any minute for our lunch session. With my calendar filled up for the next week, my secretary had the bright idea to squeeze Aiden in anywhere she could fit him. I guess I have myself to blame, considering I told her to find a place for Aiden. We cannot have any delays in his treatment, not when we just started his healing process.

  A buzzing snaps me out of my trance, drawing my attention to the phone. “Dr. O’Brien, I have Dr. Shaw here to see you,
” Brittany says.

  I press the button on the phone. “Send him in.”

  The line goes dead, and a few second later, the door swings open. My secretary chuckles from something Aiden whispers to her under his breath. I want to kill both of them without even knowing the context of the conversation.

  I had warned Brittany about Aiden, and he knows better than to hit on my staff. As if that would stop him. A man like Aiden only obeys himself. Time to see if he followed through with my first assignment.

  Aiden waltzes into my office, as if he owns the place, and locks the door behind him. I swallow to clear the lump forming at the back of my throat, the bile rising from my stomach.

  “Stop flirting with my assistant, Aiden.”

  “Nice to see you, too, Scar.” He strolls toward me with a wicked smirk on his gorgeous face.

  I step out from behind my desk and greet him with a forced smile. “Did you complete your first assignment?”

  He moves in front of me, blocking me with his muscular frame, and bends down to meet my gaze. “Did you?”

  “No,” I hiss.

  “Liar,” he counters. “I can practically smell the sex on you.”

  “I guess I should remind you that I am the doctor and you are the patient.”

  “You have to give a little, Scar.”

  “Fine,” I huff. “Answer my question.”

  “I won’t lie to you. I flipped through some porn on my phone last night.”

  “What did you do next?”

  “I pulled out my cock and gave myself a few strokes. You were on my mind the entire time.”

  I suck in a deep breath and let it out, slowly. “Did you come?”

  “No,” he hisses, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear.

  “What stopped you?”

  “If you must know, you were the reason. I made you a promise, and I have more control than you realize.”

  Surprised, I peek up at him from beneath my lashes. “I’m proud of you, Aiden, though I would have preferred that you resisted the temptation altogether.”

  “It was my first night. Cut me some slack.” He cups my shoulders with his big hands, holding me in place. Not that I could move even if I wanted. “Tell me, Dr. O’Brien, did you shove your fingers inside your pussy and think of me?”

  “Aiden,” I say, closing my eyes.

  “That’s a yes.” I don’t need to see his face to know the sexy smirk is already on his lips. “How did it feel? Did you think of me? Did you moan my name?”

  I open my eyes. “Stop torturing me, Aiden. The sessions are about you, not me.”

  “Don’t deny me, Scarlett. You know you want me as much as I have always wanted you.”

  I snort. “If that were true, you would have entered my treatment program five years ago. You would have done what I had asked of you.”

  “I’m stubborn, haven’t you figured that out by now? I have to make the decision. I have to want it for myself. Back then, the only thing I wanted more than sex and my career was you.”

  I roll my eyes. “And how is your career working out for you?”

  “Don’t get an attitude with me.” He moves his hand to my hips and pulls me in his chest. “Or I’ll have to bend you over this desk and spank you.”

  Deep breaths.

  When I don’t answer Aiden, he smiles. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Scar? You’d like it if I spun you around right now and smacked your tight little ass.”

  Unable to function, I stare up at him, thinking of what to say next. “Dr. Shaw, what do you want for lunch today?”

  “You.” That’s all he says leaving an awkward silence between us.

  He pushes his body into mine, broad-shouldered and oozing sex appeal in black slacks that hang low on his waist and a charcoal button-down shirt that hugs his thick chest. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, causing the muscles in his arms to look more pronounced. And I want to touch him. Every part of him.

  He grabs me by the hips and pushes me up against the desk.

  “What are you doing, Aiden?” I choke out the words, struggling to catch my breath.

  “I need you, Scar,” he breathes against my lips and presses his erection into my thigh. ”This is what you do to me.”

  “We have to order something for lunch before we go over my next appointment time.”

  “I’d rather eat your pussy.”

  I tilt my head to the side, doing my best to wiggle free from his grasp. But he holds me tighter. “I am supposed to help you, not feed your addiction.”

  “You can help me by giving me your body. I want you and only you, Scarlett.”

  “You have a sex addiction. Self-control is part of the treatment.”

  “I have plenty of self-control. In fact, I want to show you how much control I can have.”

  He spins me around before I can stop him, and pins me against the desk, holding my head there. My cheek brushes the wood, the scent of lemon furniture polish lingering in my nostrils.

  “Knock it off, Aiden. I’m hungry,”

  “So am I.” He runs his other hand over my ass.

  Why am I so turned on by this gesture? What am I thinking?

  Despite our past relationship, what we are doing is so unprofessional. There’s no denying that Aiden and I have chemistry, but he has a serious problem, one that I am supposed to fix. But he’s making that impossible.

  All I want right now is to feel his tongue slip between my folds and his thick cock to bring me the pleasure I have craved since last night. I want to satisfy him, to indulge him and his fantasies, even though I know I should tell him to stop. But I don’t have the strength or desire to fight him. I want this, too.

  “Spread your legs.” Aiden shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider, baby,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me. His length digs into my ass, soaking my panties, as he tightens his grip on my hair.

  He brings my head back just enough so that our eyes meet and gives me a wicked smirk. His facial expressions send me over the edge.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this,” I confess, too weak to stop him. “This behavior is not unprofessional.”

  “You’re helping me more than you know, Scar. Just keep still and let me do all the work.”

  It’s been far too long since the last time I had sex. And I want Aiden. I have wanted him since we were in college. He’s wrong for me on so many levels. We can never turn back after we go down this road.

  Aiden takes his time with hiking up my dress, still holding onto my hair with one hand. By the time his hand slides up my inner thigh, my entire body is on fire, desperate for him. He releases his grip on my head and takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin.

  Burying his face between my legs, he peels my panties to the side and breathes against my pussy, causing my toes curl. Holding my ass tighter, he moves my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic, my body growing warmer with each flick. I have never had a man eat my pussy as if it were his meal. But Aiden does, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. Adrenaline courses through my veins, my entire body alive from the pure pleasure Aiden delivers with his tongue.

  I moan, softly, holding onto the edge of the desk as he moves his tongue along my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, forgetting we are inside my office and that my assistant can probably hear us. But I don’t care. Brittany could bang down the door, and I wouldn’t stop Aiden from replacing his tongue with his fingers. He spreads me apart, the initial pain so intense that it’s almost too much to bear.

  “Fuck, Aiden,” I whisper and cover my mouth with my hand to stifle my moans.

  His tongue brings me to the point of convulsing, my entire body set on fire, hitting every sensitive spot at once. Then, he stops moving just long enough for me to panic. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

  Before I can ask, he grabs my hips and pulls himself up from the floor. Without wa
rning, he smacks my ass hard enough to leave fingerprints. I do my best not to scream or cry. It hurts like hell. I’ve never had a man smack me before. Unsure of what to think, I sit there with my ass up in the air on display for him.

  Hoping he will continue, I wait. Instead, Aiden raises his other hand, as if the sting didn’t hurt the first time, and slaps my other ass cheek.

  “Scar, are you listening to me?”

  “Uh-huh,” I moan, nervous about what will come next.

  “You’re not going to come right now. Like me, you have to exercise some self-control.”

  Confused, I look over my shoulder at him. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “I control when you come, do understand?”

  I turn around to face him and lean on the desk with my eyes narrowed at him. Anger surges through me, coming over me in waves of red-hot heat that burns my skin.

  “This was a mistake.”

  “We both know that’s not true, Scar.” He steps between my thighs, staring down at me with his lecherous gaze. “This will keep happening. Over and over again. That’s one promise I can keep.”

  I swallow to clear the lump forming in the back of my throat. Aiden never intimidated me this much before, but our situation has changed. By succumbing to my desires and feeding into his, I just gave Aiden power over me, something I do not give out lightly.

  “You know I can’t treat you anymore, right?”

  He slides his hands up my thighs and rests them at the seam of my panties, his fingers dangerously close to my throbbing core. “This is part of my treatment. You’re doing an amazing job, Scar.”

  “Dr. O’Brien,” I counter.

  “I just ate your pussy, Scarlett. I think we’re past formalities.”

  “I want to come. Let me come, Aiden.”

  He shakes his head. “Not right now, baby. Are you going to keep fighting me?”