18. Avery
18
AVERY
P aige’s warning rings in my ears the next day as I prepare for Ed’s next therapy session. We haven’t seen each other since the night we had sex, but when I pulled back the curtains this morning, there was a new message stuck to the window.
Have a great day Beautiful.
Ed’s making it really hard not to fall in love with him.
I peer into the mirror in my treatment room and sweep my hair up into a ponytail. I adjust the red scarf I’m wearing around my neck and re-tie the bow.
It’s to look professional, I tell myself, not to look my best for Ed.
“I can do casual,” I tell my reflection in the mirror.
I resist the urge to apply lip gloss. Lip gloss would definitely send a message that I’m trying to look good for him, and I’m not.
I pull my t-shirt straight just as the buzzer goes off in the corridor.
I let Ed in, and he follows me to the consultation room. I feel his eyes on me, and when I turn around, he’s unashamedly staring at my ass.
His hungry expression makes my knees tingle, and the sensation spreads up my legs to my core. Casual and professional. I repeat the mantra in my head. But when I spin around, Ed’s looking at me the way men look at a steak dinner.
My throat’s gone dry, and I swallow hard before speaking. “How are the exercises going?”
He grunts, and I notice the sound comes easier than it did a few weeks ago. “That’s great. Today I want to focus on the tongue.”
I think about his tongue exploring my mouth, and heat spreads up my neck. Ed gets a wicked gleam in his eye like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
His hands grab my hips, and he pulls me toward him. Then his lips are on mine and his tongue is slipping between my teeth.
I forget about the session. I forget about being professional. I forget about everything apart from his hands on my ass and his insistent lips.
He pulls away and takes a step back, and we’re both panting hard.
Casual and professional, I remind myself.
I take a step back and swallow hard. “The tongue is a muscle, and it needs exercising like any other.”
He raises an eyebrow at me like he knows exactly how he wants to exercise his tongue.
I’m glad Maria is at a board meeting and it’s Nat’s day off, because I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to control myself alone in a room with Ed.
I keep talking about the exercises, and Ed thankfully keeps his distance. For a while at least.
I demonstrate the exercise in front of the mirror, showing him how to move his tongue to build the strength back into it.
He watches before coming up behind me. But instead of copying the exercises, he ducks down and slides his hands up my thighs.
I’m wearing a skirt today, and he pulls the fabric up as his hands glide up my legs. My mouth pops open as heat pulses through my veins.
His eyes lock on mine in the mirror, and he raises his eyebrows as if to ask: Is this okay?
His hand slides around the front of my panties and over my heated pussy. My eyes flutter shut as I nod my head.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Not in my consulting room, not anywhere. Paige’s warning rings in my head as Ed slides his hand inside my panties and applies pressure to my hard clit. All the warnings in the world couldn’t stop me now.
I flick the lock shut on the door.
Then I lean back to give Ed’s mouth access to my neck as his fingers glide over my mound.
“Yes, Ed. This is okay.”
His hot breath on my neck sends heat shooting through my body. I reach around to touch him, wanting to give him something of the pleasure that he’s giving me.
Ed spins me around, and my eyes fly open.
He backs me up against my desk, and there’s a wicked gleam in his eye. He drops to his knees in front of me and hikes my skirt up.
“What are you doing?”
Ed points to the printout of this week’s exercises and the heading across the top of the page. Tongue exercises.
My eyes go wide as he slides my panties down my legs and over my ankles. I’m wearing low black heels, and he slides my panties over them and discards them on the floor.
My heart races. This is definitely not professional. I should stop. If anyone found out, it would get me fired. But I’ve spent my life playing by the rules, and the thrill of doing something I shouldn’t makes my heart race.
Ed’s mouth closes over my pussy, and all doubts flee my mind. I grab the side of the desk with my hands, and a moan escapes my lips.
Ed pulls back, and I glance down at him. He puts a finger to his lips.
“I don’t know if I can be quiet,” I tell him.
He raises his eyebrows at me, then slowly stands up. “Wait, what are you doing?” The panic in my voice makes him chuckle.
His fingers glide around my neck, and he unties the red scarf I’m wearing. Then he brings it up to my mouth.
His thumb presses on my bottom lip, and I taste my own musky scent. My heart thumps at realizing what he’s doing. Am I going to let a guy gag me in my own consult room? Our eyes lock, and his are hungry with desire. This isn’t just any guy; this is Ed Turner, and I trust him completely.
I open my mouth. Ed slides the fabric inside, and I taste the smooth silk. He pushes it in a little way, then tilts my head gently to tie it around the back. He does a loose knot and tugs at it with his eyebrows raised. He’s asking me if it’s okay.
I nod.
My heart races as he kneels in front of me. No one has ever gagged me before. Then again, I’ve never had a man go down on my in my consult room before.
The naughtiness of it makes my heart thump in my chest and spurs on my desire.
My skirt has fallen to my thighs, and Ed drags it up my legs again. He nudges my thighs apart and lifts one of my legs to drop it over his shoulder. I’m wide open and vulnerable, and it’s thrilling. Ed’s eyes remain on mine as he buries his face between my legs.
I moan, and it comes out muffled by the gag. His tongue slowly licks me, and I grab the edges of the table.
Ed kisses and sucks at my most intimate places, driving me wild. His tongue lazily explores every crevice, and his warm breath tickles my innermost places.
The gag silences my moans, and the constraint pushes my desire to new heights. His slow-moving tongue draws out the pleasure until I can’t stand it anymore.
I grab the back of his head and pull him toward me, chasing my release. Keeping a relentlessly slow pace, Ed pulls me over the edge. I thrash my legs and try to scream, but only muffled grunts escape me. I’m an animal giving in to my most carnal desires.
I grip the desk until my knuckles turn white, trying to anchor myself as wave after wave of sensation washes over me.
My body shimmers out the last of my release, but Ed isn’t done with me yet. He pushes his mouth against me and starts up again, relentlessly pursing my next orgasm.
It’s only after I’ve come four times that he slides out from between my thighs. He undoes the gag and slips the silk scarf out of my mouth.
I stare up at him, panting and exhausted. There’s a box of tissues on my desk, and he takes a handful and gently wipes my sticky inner thighs.
He picks my panties up off the floor, and I expect him to hand them over or put them back on himself. Instead, he gives me a wicked grin as he stuffs them in his pocket.
I raise my eyebrows. “Am I supposed to go the rest of the day with no panties?”
Ed closes his eyes and groans, and I notice the hard-on sticking out of his pants. I bite my bottom lip, loving that I have that effect on him. Ed makes me feel wild and sexy and confident.
I brush my hand against the bulge in his jeans. “Your time’s up Mr. Turner.” I give his package a squeeze, and he moans. “But maybe I can see you later for more tongue exercise practice?”
Ed chuckles and glances up at the clock on the wall. We’ve run out of time, and we both know we can’t stay in the consult room any longer than his appointment time.
He shakes his head slightly, then takes my cheeks in both his hands. He kisses me on the lips, and I taste my own musty tang.
“I’ll see you tonight?” My voice wavers at the question, and I hate that I sound needy. But darn it, I need the things Ed is doing to me. I need the release.
He nods once and then slips out the door.
I lean back on my desk, breathing hard. I can’t believe what we just did in my consult room, but I don’t regret a thing.