I give her a head pat as I walk by. She blows air out of her mouth as a reply.
Setting my alarm for four-thirty, I push the comforter down to the end of the bed and slip underneath the cool sheets. I’ve always been a hot sleeper, so comforters and I don’t mix. I close my eyes and let my mind drift.
It doesn’t take long before images of Dr. Erikson conjure in my head. I imagine him sitting in his chair across from mine in his office. He has one hand on his thigh, and he uses the thumb on his other to rub across his bottom lip. Instead of the perceived professional look he always gives me, his eyes are filled with desire as he runs them up and down my body. They stop on my skirt that’s ridden up a few inches.
“You want it, don’t you, Dr. Erikson?” I ask in my head. “You want what you think you can’t have.”
His eyes flare when he lifts them to me.
I continue my imaginary taunting and inch my skirt up my thighs.
“I dare you to take it. I dare you to lose control and take me.”
“I don’t need to take you,” he says, his voice a husky growl. “Why do I need to take something that’s already mine?”
I moan into the dark room as I slip my hand down my stomach and over my pussy underneath my shorts. My hips lift when I glide my fingers through my slick folds. What I wouldn’t give to have the real-life man here in my bed right now. I’ve never felt this kind of instant attraction for a man before. It’s so strong, it’s almost scary.
In my head, Dr. Erikson gets up from his chair and stalks over to me. Before I can get to my feet, he has his hand wrapped around my throat and he’s lifting me up. The hold isn’t tight enough to leave marks or really cut off my airway, but just enough to excite me.
“You like teasing me, don’t you, Charlotte?” he asks.
“Yes,” I hiss.
I guide my fingers to my opening, dipping just the tip of one inside to get it nice and wet, before I bring it to my clit and swirl it around the tight bundle of nerves. The muscles in my stomach ripple when intense pleasure hits my core.
Keeping my eyes shut, I switch my fantasy of being with Dr. Erikson in his office to him being in my room. He’s standing at the end of my bed, naked, and is stroking his cock while he watches me perform for him. Despite my need to show myself off in public, I’ve never been tempted to pleasure myself in front of a man. I get my thrill from showing guys what they can’t have. But I’d get myself off seven ways to Sunday in front of Dr. Erikson.
I pant his name as my fingers work over my clit, desperately wishing it were his. Using my other hand, I tweak my nipples through my thin tank top.
Brazenly, I let my legs fall open, overcome with my need for release.
“Oh God, Dr. Erikson,” I moan out loud in the quiet room.
“Come, Charlotte,” the whisper comes in my ear, and I swear it almost sounds like he’s actually here and not just in my head. “I want to see your gorgeous face when you come and watch your juicy pussy spasm.”
I yell out, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. My whole body quivers in pleasure.
I come back down from my high a moment later with a sigh, my eyes slowly opening.
As spectacular as it always is when I get myself off to thoughts of Dr. Erikson, I want the real thing.
And if I have it my way, I’ll have him soon enough.
Chapter 3
BRYAN
The next night, I'm sitting at the bar in Whiskey Blues, waiting impatiently for Reed, the bartender, to drop off my drink. The second it's set down in front of me, I snatch it up and toss the amber liquid down my throat.
"Just leave the bottle," I grunt.
Reed sets the bottle of Jack in front of me, then leans back against the counter behind him and crosses his arm over his chest. Ignoring his eyes on me, I pick up the bottle and pour myself another shot.
"You gonna stare daggers at that bottle all night or are you going to tell me what’s eating at you?"
I throw back my shot before slamming the glass down on the bar. “I’m the psychologist here, not you,” I grumble.
Reed chuckles. “You may have gotten that fancy degree that cost you an ass-ton of money, but my advice is just as good as yours. And it’s free.”