Sex Therapy

by Jillian Quinn

  I smile so wide my face hurts. “That’s what I like to hear. I have a feeling this is going to work nicely for both of us.”

  “I sure hope so,” she mutters, biting down on her bottom lip. “I’d like to make this more of a permanent thing. Do you think next time I can come? I’m wet and horny and want you inside me.”

  I plant a kiss on her lips and pull away before I can’t stop myself from devouring every inch of her body. “You will come when I say so. Go it?”

  “Yes,” she breathes, fixing her messy hair by combing it with her fingers.

  Based on Chloe’s appearance, Alexa will most likely come into my office at some point and give me shit. That’s one of the things I liked about her from the start and the reason I had hired her. She calls it like she sees it. I will miss that attitude around this office. But I am more excited to have Chloe around. After Alexa’s departure, I will have Chloe all to myself without any distractions.

  Our lips brush together one last time as I reach around Chloe and hit the mute button. “Hello, Mrs. Madison. Is everything okay?”

  Chloe excuses herself with a wave, fixing her dress and then her hair as she walks out of my office. After only an hour together, I am already happy Alexa chose Chloe as a suitable replacement.

  Now, I get to reap the benefits of hiring the girl who stole my heart and then broke it. Maybe she will be the one to put me back together, make me whole again. Only time will tell. And I plan to show Chloe how much I had missed her.

  Chapter Nine

  Chloe

  After fingering myself in front of Jackson and sucking him off, I was ready for him to fuck me. But his secretary and patients had other plans. The second I walked out of his office, Alexa had her hand wrapped around my wrist, dragging me over to her desk to learn everything there is to know about Dr. King. How he likes his coffee. What food he orders for lunch. How to schedule his pain in the ass patients. Which patient has a weekly appointment that cannot be moved unless it’s an emergency.

  Through my training, I learned a lot about Jackson by the time lunch rolled around. He lives a very controlled life from what I can tell though that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Jackson was always organized, structured, lived a certain way. Except for his new way of living apparently, involves having sex with women at all times of the day.

  He’s cold, closed off, and only responds when sex is involved. And even when he gets what he wants, he’s moody and arrogant, over confident and full of himself. Sure, he has a big dick, so big I had trouble fitting him into my mouth. But does that give him the right to be such a pompous ass? I hate to admit, but that side of him turns me on. It shouldn’t, but it does. I love when he orders me around and barks orders at me.

  Before Jackson, I had only ever been with Mike, and the sex was awful. I was a virgin when we met with nothing to compare. Jackson should have been my first. I should have thrown myself at him and begged him to take my virginity. Instead, he missed that chance, gave it to Mike along with me. My heart and body were Jackson’s for the taking. Now, we have lost times to make up.

  Why wasn’t he like this years ago? I love seeing Jackson so dominant and in control. My nipples harder from one look from Jackson let alone when he touches me. We would have been together now, probably married with children, instead of wasting our lives with other people.

  Alexa brushed things off as if she had no idea what happened between Jackson and me and continued with our day together. She’s smart, senses things about people, and I know without a doubt she has at least some idea of the debauchery that took place this morning. I can see why Jackson hired her. A man with his needs requires someone who has his back, understands he needs privacy.

  If the new girl replacing me had given my boss an oral examination on her first day of work, I wouldn’t take as well to her as Alexa has to me. Most of the day I sat next Alexa, taking notes about how to run the office, all with wet panties and a smile. I’m hoping my lunch hour will be spent with Jackson. My legs are still trembling from our encounter, and my pussy aches with need.

  Alexa presses the button on the phone and waits for Jackson to say, ‘Yes.”

  “Dr. King, what do you want for lunch today?”

  “Chloe.” That’s all he says. The line goes silent, the awkwardness in the room lingering in the air.

  I lean forward to speak into the intercom. “Yes, Dr. King.”

  Was he saying he wanted to talk to me or to have me for lunch? Knowing Jackson, he wants both.

  “Come here.” He leaves it at that before he hangs up on us.

  Alexa gives me a blank stare, shaking off the strange encounter. She must be so used to his odd behavior because she seems completely unfazed. “You better get going, sweetie. That man does not like to wait.”

  “I figured as much.”

  While she remains calm, unaffected, I am on the edge of my seat, dying to know what he wants from me. Another blow job? Maybe he will fuck me this time. I hope so.

  I get up from the chair next to Alexa and run my hands down the front of my skirt to straighten it. Not that it matters how I look. I’m sure my clothes will be rumpled, and my hair will be a mess again by the time Jackson and I are finished.

  I knock before entering, then step inside his office and lock the door behind me, assuming this will be the norm for now on. Jackson strolls toward me, broad-shouldered and oozing sex appeal in black slacks that hang low on his waist and a fitted black button down shirt. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, causing the muscles in his arms to look more pronounced.

  He pushes me up against the door and reaches behind me to check the lock.

  I smile, proud of myself. “I already took care of it. No one will interrupt us this time.”

  “They will at some point,” he breathes against my lips. “I have patients this afternoon.”

  “Then, you better eat me now so you can get on with your day,” I joke. But I am serious about him making me his lunch.

  He claps my bicep with a wicked grin on his handsome face and leads me over to his desk. Jackson lures me in with his lecherous gaze, staring so intently at me that I feel as though I am a patient he wants to study. I have the need to satisfy him, indulge him and his fantasies.

  Clamping a hand down on my shoulder, Jackson spins me around and bends me over his desk. My lips brush against the wood, the smell of lemon furniture polish filling my nostrils, as he grips my hair and holds me in place.

  “Spread your legs,” he demands and shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me.

  Jackson 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 one fire, desperate for more. I say a silent prayer that no one will bother us this time because I need this. After he left me hanging this morning, I was still wet with desire. I can’t wait any longer.

  He tugs down my panties that fall to my ankles and takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin, torturing me. Burying his face between my legs, he breathes against my pussy, causing my toes curl. I moan, softly, holding onto the edge of the desk as his tongue slips between my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, forgetting we are inside his office where Alexa can probably hear us.

  But I don’ care. Alexa could bang down the door, and I wouldn’t stop Jackson from shoving two fingers inside me. His tongue brings me to the point of convulsing, my entire body set on fire, hitting every sensitive spot at once.

  He stops moving just long enough for me to panic. What the fuck is he doing?

  Before I can ask, he says, “Chloe, are you listening to me?”

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

  “Good. I want you to come all over my fingers and my face and do it quickly. Understand?”

  “Yes, Dr. King,” I say with a smile because that’s an order I know I can follow.

  “That’s
a good girl,” he says and gets back to work.

  Once again, he holds my ass tighter, moving my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic, casting a spell on me. My body grows warmer, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. At least I know I won’t disappoint him. He wants me to come on his face and fingers, and I have no problem doing just that.

  My orgasm is mind-shattering, life changing, taking me to the point of ecstasy I have never felt before. Jackson King is a sex god, plain and simple. There’s no other way to describe how this man is real, giving out orgasms one after another. I moan so loud I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the sound.

  I don’t want Alexa to think he killed me even though it sure as hell feels like he did.

  “Jackson,” I moan one last time, my entire body shaking in the process. “Oh. My. God.” Smashing my cheek into the wood, I lean my head to the side, out of breath.

  I expect him to fuck me, but instead, he slides my panties back up as he comes to a standing. He smacks me on the ass, hitting me hard enough to leave a mark. But it feels good, and I want him to do it again. Jackson may not be my first sex partner, but he sure as hell is my first orgasm. Now, I know what I have been missing for all these years.

  He comes to a standing and leans over me to twist my hair in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “Thank you for lunch, Chloe. Your pussy was exactly what I wanted to eat.”

  I have no idea what to say, but I lay there, confused, and watch him as he pulls my skirt back into place. Then, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and fixes the bulge in his pants.

  He’s hard, so why doesn’t he want to fuck me?

  “Get up,” he orders, giving me a look that could cut through glass. “Go get ready. I’m taking you somewhere.”

  “Umm…okay.” My voice is shaky when I speak. “Where are we going?”

  He presses his mouth to mine, the taste of my juices still on his lips. “Now, if I tell you that would defeat the purpose of the surprise.”

  With both of his hands gripping my shoulders, he holds me in place, making my head spin when he kisses me. His tongue tangles with mine, the passion behind each kiss so overwhelming. No one has ever kissed me like this before. Not even Jackson. At least not until now. He was never this aggressive and intense, our kisses of the past a faint memory in comparison to the present.

  When our mouths finally separate, I have trouble catching my breath. In awe of this man, I’m speechless of the power his kiss has over me. And once he takes a step back and locks eyes with me, he leaves me wanting more.

  “Chloe,” he says, snapping me out of the trance he has me under, summoning me back to reality.

  “Yes, Dr. King.” My voice is a whisper in the silent room.

  “I wasn’t joking. Go get your things, or I will leave without you. This is not something you want to miss.”

  I nod and leave his office without another word. Whatever he has planned for me, I am not about to miss.

  Chapter Ten

  Jackson

  I have no idea what I am doing right now. After I had ordered Chloe to grab her things, I led her out the door of my office and into my car without thinking things through. As if on autopilot, I did something out of the ordinary and drove to my apartment. While I wouldn’t mind seeing how she looks wrapped in my sheets, I also wasn’t planning to take her here. Deep down, I guess my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Chloe belongs here. She belongs to me.

  Sitting in the parking garage beneath the high-rise building, I glance over at Chloe, wondering if this is a good idea. She has no idea where we are and hasn’t spoken a word since we left the office. I think she’s nervous. And she should be. Because she has no idea what I plan to do with her.

  For all she knows, I could have taken her here to murder her and stuff her into my trunk. This is the first time I have brought a woman to my apartment, which freaks me out more than I will admit. But Chloe puts me at ease in a way I haven’t felt in years. Not since the last time I was with her, long before everything turned to shit.

  I brush a strand of hair off her face, and she turns to look at me, nervous and biting down on her bottom lip. “Are you ready to go upstairs?”

  She shrugs against the leather seat. “Depends. Where are we?”

  “My apartment. You have no reason to be afraid. I won’t bite.” I flash a wicked smile, rubbing her chin with my thumb. “Not unless you want me to.”

  She covers my hand with hers and kisses my skin, sending chills down my spine. “I want you, Jackson, and I want to see where you live. I would like to get to know you again. In every way possible.”

  “Oh, you will. That much I can promise. But you might not like me. There are different sides to me that you might not understand. I’m not a good man.” I hate saying this about myself, but I feel as though I should warn her before she gets in too deep with me.

  “That’s not true.” She shakes her head, annoyed by my comment. “I know you, Jackson, whether you realize that or not.”

  “You know the old me, not the man I have become,” I counter, twirling her hair around my finger. “You will not like the way I am. I have issues. Real problems that even I can’t fix, and I am a doctor.”

  “What kind of problems?” She eyes me up and down, studying every feature. “I see nothing wrong with you other than you are a stubborn ass who likes to order women around. But I don’t mind. It turns me on when you do that.”

  “I have a sex addiction,” I admit, somewhat embarrassed. “That day you found me in the women’s bathroom with that girl was not the first time I had done that. And it might not be the last. You don’t understand what it’s like.”

  I have no idea how to explain this to someone who will not know what I go through every day. This is a moot point as far as I’m concerned.

  “I can fix you, Jackson. We can have sex whenever you want and however you want. It will work between us. You will see.”

  “I hope so,” I say, deflated. Chloe’s words should excite me. All I feel is sadness because I know I will end up disappointing her. “While that might work when you’re around, what do you suggest I do when you’re not? What if I need a fix? My issue is not much different from a drug addiction—”

  She presses her finger to my lips to silence me. “If that’s true, then the addiction is in your head. You can beat this, Jackson. You just have to fight it.”

  Moving her fingers away from my mouth, I continue, “My body has become dependent on the next orgasm. I’m not sure how to explain this so you will understand. It’s like a game some days and others it’s as if I’m strung out and desperate for more. I can never get enough. Ever since you left, I have traveled down this path of destruction. This is all I have known for the last five years.”

  “That’s why I can help you, Jackson.” She takes my hand in hers and squeezes. “Don’t you see? If I am the source of the problem, then I am the person who can fix it.”

  “You’ll heal with me sex?” I ask the question, confused.

  “No, silly.” She shakes her head, laughing. “I’ll heal you with my love. I never stopped loving you, Jackson.”

  “I never stopped loving you,” I confess, shocked by my revelation. “You were always it for me, Chloe. I never wanted another girl the way I did you. And back then, it was not about the sex. It was always about us.”

  “We can make this work, you know.” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, as she stares into my eyes. “I understand if you need me to be a certain way, and I am okay with that. So, how do we handle this condition of yours? Will you take me to your sex room to spank me? Will you whip and flog me?”

  I laugh a real throaty chuckle that gets caught in my throat. “I don’t have a sex room or torture chamber, but I do like toys and games. And I will definitely spank that tight little ass of yours. Most of the time, sex between us will be rough. That’s how I like it.”

  She doesn’t even ba
t an eye. I guess she can handle me, after all. “Can I tell you a secret?”

  “Of course,” I breathe.

  “The entire time I was with my ex, I never had an orgasm.”

  My mouth opens in shock. “Not even once?”

  How is this possible? What kind of man doesn’t please his woman? I might make women beg to come, but we both still get to that point, no matter how long I make them wait.

  “Nope. Never. Not until this morning in your office. Mike took my virginity, but you were my first orgasm. You still get to be one of my firsts, Jackson. I think that means more to me in some ways than if you were the one to pop my cherry. I was never happy with him. He could never satisfy my needs. I have needs, too, you know. You’re not the only one. I just don’t think I have quite the appetite that you have for sex. But, after this morning, I have no doubt that I will crave you every second of the day.”

  “You will develop your own appetite. I can assure you. We will have so much sex I would be shocked if you don’t turn into a sex-craved lunatic.” She laughs, and I continue, “Are you ready to see my apartment? Today is a day of firsts. You’re the first girl I ever brought home with me.”

  “Really?” She seems surprised, as anyone would be.

  What kind of grown man has never invited a woman to his house before? Or had a girlfriend?

  “Yes. You will be the first girl to ever step foot into my place. All of this is new for me.”

  “Are you freaked out?” She leans over the shifter to rub my inner thigh. “Because, if you are, I have ways to make you feel better.”

  Grabbing her hand, I hold it over my growing erection. “I need your help with this. Be a good girl and show me one of those ways right now.”

  “Don’t you want to go upstairs first?”