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My Affair With My Therapist
How could I say no to a guy like him?
It’s another morning where I wake up in bed next to the sexiest man alive.
And I don’t mean he’s been on the cover of magazines. In fact, you wouldn’t know him if you saw him. He’s been bejeweled enough that his appearance is like a kaleidoscope of meaning. Just thinking about him makes my heart race, my toes curl, and my desire flame out of control.
Oh, and the sex is pretty hot too.
But what really gets to me is the way he laughs. God, I love how he speaks his mind about all kinds of topics — from politics to the arts to mythology and back. He’s saved me more times than I can count. He doesn’t have a cape, but he feels like a superhero to me.
This morning, he’s lazing back in bed, the blanket just pulled away enough for me to see the expanse of his chest all the way down to the hair that trails low enough to a bed of secrets. If I reached over right then, I’d be able to rouse him with just a touch. Then we’d slowly fall into lust again as he kissed me, ran his hands over me, and left me giddy with just his presence alone.
“Tempting,” he murmurs, and I glance at his face to see he’s awake, watching me through his half-closed bedroom eyes.
