Sex Therapy

by Jillian Quinn

  Luca cocked an eyebrow at me. The guy might have been an ass for almost running me down, but he did not deserve anything Luca had in mind. I knew all about his family and their connections. If the guy had even a hint of who Luca was, he would have kept his mouth shut. Nobody stepped up to a Marchese unless they wanted to end up at the bottom of the Delaware River. By shooing him away, I might have saved his life without him realizing it.

  Smart enough to leave this time, the boy started walking toward his car.

  With wide-eyed curiosity, Luca took a step back. “Looks like you owe me now, princess.”

  At the sound of his husky voice, I stopped in my tracks. I wasn’t about to owe the son of the most dangerous man in Philadelphia a thing.

  His brothers didn’t even pretend not to stare down my shirt, but that wasn’t what angered me.

  “I don’t owe you shit.” I crossed my arms over my chest, deciding whether I wanted to walk away. But I could not let him win on principle alone. “How much did you give him? My wallet is in my car.”

  “Don’t worry about it,” he said, unaffected. “You can find another way to show me your appreciation.”

  “Che schifo!” I damn near spit on the ground, throwing my hand out at him in disgust.

  “Babe, I’m not that bad.” He stared at my thighs and flashed a panty-dropper grin. “Trust me, I don’t repulse you. Not even a little bit.”

  I sucked in a deep breath and blew it out my nose. “Think whatever you want. I don’t need your charity. I’m good for it.”

  He smirked. “I know you are, princess, but I don’t want your money.”

  “Fine,” I huffed, not the least bit entertained. “I guess I’ll have to find another way to pay you back. Come by Mickey’s. I’m going there with some friends later.”

  His smile widened. “It’s a date.”

  “Nope, not a date. Just paying off a debt. I sure as hell don’t want to owe you of all people anything.” Despite my anger, I felt an odd sense of arousal from this argument.

  He stepped forward, his brothers making room for him to pass. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “You know what I mean, Luca.”

  He shot me a look, as though I’d piqued his interest. “So, you do remember me.”

  “We’ve had, how many classes together? How could I not? No one can miss the skank parade you bring with you.”

  His cocky smirk set my skin on fire.

  “Don’t think I give a crap about you, you stubborn ass.” I rolled my eyes. “You can go home and stroke your ego, but keep me out of it,” I said, making a jerking motion with my hand.

  Luca laughed, but it came out more like a snort. “I can’t wait for tonight. You’re a mystery, Isabella Rinaldi. Always have been.”

  I wondered why I’d invited him to the bar with us or why I kept talking to him. Stupidity, I guessed.

  A small part of me, the side that had zero willpower, wanted him to do unspeakable things to me. My brain screamed for me to retreat.

  “Next time, try not to be such a dick. It’s not flattering.”

  He nodded, and then, I spun around and walked away from him.

  “What the hell was that?” Silvia skipped across the lawn toward me.

  The massive four-story brownstone and the courtyard surrounding it took up the better part of a city block. Strickland University had a beautiful campus. According to the pamphlets, the senior dorm was the oldest and, by far, the most architecturally impressive. The residence hall was split into multiple sections, with walkways that led to each of the wide staircases.

  Silvia and I veered toward the right, passing a group of boys jogging. She turned for a second glance, smiling at her usual rugged type. Twenty-four/seven, she had boys on the brain.

  Double doors swung open, concerned parents and their children forcing their way through them. A palpable air of excitement radiated off the incoming seniors. It would’ve been nice to have parents who cared enough to help me move. Mine had probably forgotten I was still in school.

  I hooked my arm around Silvia’s skinny bicep, leading her into the hall. “We’re meeting the Delta Sig guys at Mickey’s later, so wear something hot.”

  She squealed with delight, her elbow digging into my side, as we scooted closer to make room in the crowded hallway. “Yum. I got dibs on Hunter Sterling.”

  “The chunky lineman?” I scrunched my nose at her. “He’s all yours.”

  Silvia bobbed her head, unaffected by my sarcasm. “You’ve gotta admit, he’s still hot even though he’s gained a few pounds. I mean, how do you not want to grip those arms and straddle him?”

  I rolled my eyes and climbed the stairs to our double suite, sliding my fingers up the wooden railing. “I hate rich guys. They’re all cut from the same cloth. Why would you even want him? He’s a total Preston.”

  Silvia ducked to the side, trying to avoid a group of girls scampering in our direction. “Maybe, but they’re not like the rest of the frat boys, Izzie Bear. Most of them are from around here, not like those pricks over at the Alpha house with their boat shoes and cardigans. The things I’ve heard about some of the Delta Sig guys, I swear, would blow your mind.”

  “I seriously doubt any of them could blow my mind.” Well, maybe Luca could, but I kept that to myself. “Let’s not talk about them. Now that I’m on Luca’s radar, he’s never going to stop bothering me.” I stuffed the room assignment paper in my pocket and pointed at our new two-bedroom suite. “I have a better idea. As soon as we get our stuff unpacked, we should have a little afternoon pick-me-up. Coffee with a little Sambuca sounds good right about now.”

  Silvia turned the key and pushed open the door to our room, and we stepped inside. “Nah, Irish coffee all the way, babe. I’ve got a bottle of whiskey in the trunk we can work with.”

  I held up my fist, and Silvia bumped hers against it with a goofy smile splayed on her face.

  “Cheers to that,” I said, planning to drink away my past feelings for Luca. He broke my heart when we were kids. I wasn’t about to let him do it again.

  Other Titles By Jillian Quinn

  FACE-OFF SERIES

  Book 1: Parker

  Book 2: Kane

  Book 3: Donovan

  Book 4: Jameson (July 2017)

  CITY OF SINNERS NOVELLA SERIES

  Book 1: Teach

  Book 2: Sex Therapy

  Book 3: Judge (Fall 2018)

  PHILLY CORRUPTION SERIES

  Corrupt Me

  Totally Corrupt (TBD)

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  Author’s Note

  Instead of writing acknowledgments, I wanted to talk more about my books and how the idea for this story came about. I must confess that I am not a big taboo reader, but when I find good taboo, I latch onto it and read until the end.

  I was mulling over the types of taboo novels I wanted to write for the City of Sinner Series when the idea for Teach came to me. Since Mark was a character from Corrupt Me, his story was always on my mind. To me, Mark is the type of guy who would hook up with his teacher and aggressive enough that he wouldn’t let up until Olivia gave into him.

  I also wrote Mark’s book because I wanted to prove that the character everyone hated from Corrupt Me could not only be sexy but also likable. Based on the reviews for Teach, I succeeded, and that makes me extremely happy because I always had a soft spot for Mark.

  After I had fleshed out Mark’s story, Jackson came to me. Jackson and that dirty mouth of his really stuck in my head. His sarcasm and downright lack of emotion made me laugh. I also thought it would be fun to write about a dirty doctor. I wasn’t sure how anyone would feel about a sex therapist who also has a sex addiction. Kinda naughty, huh? I’m literally holding my breath as I type this because I
hope you still love me after writing this book. This is so unlike the sports books I write.

  Hopefully, you liked Sex Therapy, and you don’t want to throw the book at me. I typically don’t write novellas because I feel as though the story is never complete. There is always more to tell. Even with full-length novels, I always want more of the story. So, I really struggled with the idea for the City of Sinner Series since each book is a novella.

  This series is more for my readers than anything. The books are cheap, fun, and a quick read if you want something to tide you over until my next book. I will do my best to fit in quickie novellas between my full-length sports novels, some of which may even be about sports, and I will always sell them at the same low price.

  If you want more of the characters in my stories, I would love to hear from you. Send me an email at jquinnbooks@gmail.com and let me know which characters you want to see more of in the future. I respond to all emails personally.

  Thank you for reading! I appreciate all the support. Without you guys, I would have no one to write for, and I have way too many stories in my head that I need to get out. I can’t wait for you to read them. Until the next book…

  XO,

  Jill

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  About the Author

  Jillian Quinn loves Mafia men, sports, bad boys, dirty-talkers, strong female characters, and books with plenty of heat—all of which you will find in her books. When she’s not reading or writing, she is obsessively fangirling over hockey players and can be found wherever she can catch the next hockey game.

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