جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 415

I glance at the board holding my pencil tight as memories from last night came flooding in. I bit my inner cheeks to stop myself from blushing. Damn! Cole! Just thinking of him right now is making me so fuzzy inside. I can still remember the feel of his cold hands on my waist as he bit my nipples. The warm sensation I felt, the way my body listened to his touch like a dancer gesturing to a hit music. There was a way I always feel with his touch. It was electrifying. From kissing me deeply till my sense fly out of my brain to peeling my bra off me. It is just like an addicted drug. I can't resist it. I glance at the board again and I gasped. Goodness! Mr Steve has finished solving the second question. I had zoned out. He was calling the third question on consumer optimization. I had better listened this time to know how to solve it properly. I fixed my gaze on the board listening with rapt attention. Some minutes later, the bell went off for end of the period and I heaved. T

He murmured hotly, eyes dark with lust. “You want me to take these off? Tell me how bad you want it.” “Yes… please, Cole, take them off… I want to feel you,” I whimpered, my hips riding up against his hand, begging for the barrier to be gone. He rubbed my panties one last, agonizing time before proceeding to remove them. I felt like a baby as he removed my pants. Now, we are doing the real thing. I studied his eyes as he took in my vagina. I don't know what he thinks of it. I had shaved this morning when bathing; I knew we were doing this, so I’d better be prepared. “You look so good down here,” he said, smirking. “I know you'd taste better,” he said while I gazed into his eyes. He rubbed the skin of my vagina before going on to pull at my clitoris. I stiffened. Wait. What was that feeling? It was a sharp, electric jolt that went straight between my legs. He started rolling his forefinger on my clitoris as a wave of pleasure hit me. We have never made it this far before. I felt

I adjusted my glasses and reviewed my notes, though I didn't need to. I knew Owen Mercer's file by heart. Twenty-nine years old, had anxiety, relationship issues. Eight months of weekly sessions. Eight months of noticing things I totally shouldn't notice. He was projecting unmet needs onto me, and it was my job to handle that with professionalism and care. I was Dr. Helena Chen. Fifty-five years old. Thirty years of experience. A respected therapist with a spotless record, a loving husband and a comfortable life. I was satisfied. The door opened, and he walked in. Owen. Today he wore a simple gray sweater and jeans, his hands shoved into his pockets. "Hi, Dr. Helena." "Hello, Owen. Have a seat." He sat on the couch across from me, slouching slightly, his knees bouncing with nervous energy. I noticed the way his hands gripped his thighs, the tension in his jaw. "How have you been this week?" He let out a breath. "Honestly? Not great." "Tell me about it." He ran a hand thr