EMMA’s POVWe had been sitting in this uncomfortable silence for about ten minutes now. Tucker had come in, sat down, and I started the timer. I had nothing to say, and I knew none of my questions would lead anywhere. I was beginning to believe that, sex-related professional risks aside, there was no point in keeping Tucker as a patient. He simply did not want to receive treatment, and who was I to get in the way of that? However, that would mean I could never see him again, and the thought of life purely void of his antics, as annoying as they were, seemed so distant and uncomfortable now.I clicked at my pen repeatedly as we sat in my office in relative silence. We hadn’t spoken for a week before Tucker decided to pop back up, texting me for an appointment. I had rejected the idea of having it anywhere but the clinic. He had acted nonchalant via text yet remained completely quiet and meek once he sat in my chair. We did not even greet each other when hecame in. He simply walked in,
TUCKER’s POVIf it were not for the current circumstance, I never would’ve set foot in this cursed place. Even with the isolation of the secluded booth I had booked, I could still hear people’s conversations and glasses clinking in the main area. The place smelled of cheap cigarettes, but I couldn’t exactly judge that, for I’d grabbed a dingy pack of cheap reds myself. I’d promised myself to stay away from cigarettes specifically, but I needed something quick and accessible. Cigars simply weren’t doing it anymore. I always did this. I always failed whenever I let my emotions get the better of me. Perhaps that was why Emma was so dangerous for me. But calling her that felt selfish when I’d practically caused her so much distress by just being who I was.The ashtray scraped against the table as I pulled it closer. I took out a cigarette and lit it, the smell both comforting and disgusting. In truth, it wasn’t even worth it. I didn’t feel calmer in the slightest. I had gotten nothing out
“Please,” I pleaded. No matter how frustrated I was with him, he simply did not know the risks I had taken with him. Either that, or he just did not care. I hoped, against all that I knew about him, that it wasn't the latter.Tucker finally opened his eyes and propped himself up, looking the least bit concerned. I think he realized that I wasn’t waking him up for no reason, but it was always impossible to know for certain with this man. I handed him one of the photos, and it was only under his touch that themuscles of my hands relaxed. But when his brows furrowed and the magnitude of the situation dawned on him, I felt my panic in full force. My face stung as tears started to form and pool at my lash line, and breathing became a lot more difficult all at once.“When did you get this?” Tucker asked in a low, gentle voice as he rested a hand on my upper arm, warm and comforting. It did nothing to soothe me. As much as I wanted to be close to him, to disappear with him in a cozy bubble
EMMA’s POVThe early rays of sunlight draped over Tucker much kindlier than they did with me, as I had been woken up by an aggressive glare right against my eyelids. Once I shifted out of direct light, I stopped to admire Tucker in his most vulnerable state.His usually dark tresses had a lovely chestnut halo around them where the sun was hitting him. With his eyes closed and walls down, Tucker seemed to be simply...different. He wasn’t the grumpy CEO he constantly projected himself to be, nor was he the charming playboy that constantly messed with me. There was a sort of innocence to this version of him, one that I had only seen a glimpse of when he had felt the danger of losing Rocky.I got up slowly so as to not disturb Tucker’s peace. He’d fallen asleep right after we had sex, only pausing to groggily peel his hoodie off and pull me in to keep him warm. He had eventually asked me to take off my sweater, too. “No clothes in bed, too itchy,” Tucker had murmured. I couldn’t deny him
This was a once-in-a-lifetime view. Emma, the usually stern and professional woman, was in my lap with messy hair and the neediest expression. Her eyes, those hungry eyes that were more rosemary-colored in the dark, were droopy, and her pupils were dilated. She looked at me with her tongue out and brows scrunched up. She whined when I was away from her for too long. I wrapped my lips around her tongue and took a drag of her, suckling at the muscle. She tasted of instant coffee, and I nearly lost it right then and there when she moaned, light and airy, the sweetest noise I’d ever heard.My hands squeezed her perfect asscheeks. Soft, firm, and plump all at once. I bucked my hips up into her as my bulge grew. “Mine,” I grunted once I pulled away. “These lips are mine.”“Yours, yours,” Emma nodded, eager and desperate. I was lightheaded, and her every movement felt slowed down. Time, for once, worked in my favor. I could memorize every second of this before I would forcefully detach mysel
TUCKER’s POVRocky hopped around the living room. He had gotten much better over the past couple of weeks. I had taken his care instructions from Emma, ironically. Now, he was right back to being energetic, eating, and interrupting my sleeping schedule.I laid my head flat on the fuzzy rug and let Rocky climb onto my chest. He licked at my face as I gently scruffed the back of his neck. My sweet, sweet boy. I snuggled up to him and held him close. He calmed down a little and settled in my arms as I curled up around him.“There, there, little guy,” I mumbled. It was past midnight, and I was giving Rocky his final rounds of medication and some treats. I finally seemed to help him burn through his energy, and he started to settle down in my arms. As I watched him doze off, I closed my eyes as well and let my mind wander.First, it went to Emma. That woman was simultaneously the problem and the solution. I couldn’t pinpoint why I wanted her in particular or why I had started going to such