The Kink Therapist: Nothing But Trouble (Erotic Romance Novelette) Read Online Free Page A

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stretch and massage my neck as I rotate my head to work out the
kinks. I catch myself moaning and nip that humiliation factor in
the bud. Some loose locks fall forward again from my movement and
kiss my breasts with a caress. I whisk them back and accidentally
bump his arm with my arm and a flutter of my fingers. I jerk away,
but he quickly reclaims contact with my skin, giving a slow, intentional graze that makes me shiver. His arms still
crossed, he forsakes his arm muscles for tactile fingers and
streaks them up and down my upper arm, which rakes up goose bumps.
What the hell’s he doing!
    Yeah? Two can play that game. I drop my gaze
to the leg closest to me. His left. I put my hand on his knee and
let it rest for two seconds, then I slowly drag my index finger up
and down his thigh and don’t stop until I reach his nuts. I add
more digits and draw six circles over his entire package with my
fingertips, then cap off with a hearty squeeze. I jerk upwards
three times and smile at the nice stiffness I created.
    I let go in a flash, it suddenly hitting me
that I just committed a criminal act, like, one that could land me
in jail and stick me on a list with real pervs. Ohmygod!
What the hell’s wrong with me!
    His eyes, blue like gas flames, zoom to bore
into mine and his tight jaw grinds. He’s breathing like a bull, and
it’s most definitely not from any kind of upset or offense
taken. He’s electrified … blazing with hunger. Hmm. Wonder what
made that happen.
    I whisper, “1 to 0. Point for Molly,” as
sweetly as I can. I lick the tip of my index finger and chalk it up
in the air with some sizzle. I’m thrilled and beaming.
    He whacks my arm. “You can kiss that sexy
smile goodbye, sweetheart. Game’s over. And I won.”
    He finds my smile sexy? Like, sexy sexy ? When I unhook myself from the snag on his compliment,
I say, “You wish. I fight dirtier than you can imagine,” and look
back at the … receptionist?
    “Yeah, my junk can testify to that. Forget
her, she’s deaf. But you’re wrong. It’s done and won, Hot Legs.
Aren’t you gonna ask me how I know?”
    Hot Legs? I blush. “Um, sure. How do
you know you won already ? We’re just getting started.” I
smirk. No matter what he says, I know I won. Come on. I
groped him at Go .
    Damn. His confidence and the, um, merriment
and suggested depravity in his dirty imp gaze, like, wow, turn him
from cute slouch to sexy, hot beast before my eyes.
    I lick my bottom lip with a slow stroke.
    “’Cause I’m here for you.”
    For me? My belly flops and loins
ignite at the sly smile that only serves to make his face a million
times hotter. My breath stutters. “What do you mean, for me ?
I don’t get it. What’s your kink?”
    “Voyeurism,” he says, like it’s his favorite
porn flick. Breaths from his snicker puff against my lips and yank
the turned-up corners down.
    God, no! I gasp, tear my eyes off his
and look down at my shaking thighs and hands. Ohmygod. He’s right!
He beat me before I even walked in the door! He’s going to watch?
Listen? This is my first time! That’s not fair!
    “Yeah, that’s right. Gotta start the day off
right.” He stretches big with a faux groan and his evil laugh
echoes in the halls. “Mmmm, yeah. Nothin’ perks me up like a good
morning show.” One leg is now sticking out, and his fingers are
laced over his stomach. His traveling scrutiny tattoos a million
butterflies of fire all over my body. “Aaahh, Molly, good golly.
Yep. You’re gonna be a fun one to watch.”
    I backhand his chest. My words jam for a sec
when I hit hard muscle. “Ya know, teasing me is highly unwise. I
come bearing treasure. If you’re nice , I’ll tell you the
scandalous thing I witnessed in church , and what I did, in excruciating detail. It’s what led me here.”
    His brow perks, and he straightens and jerks
his belted waistband. Unable to stand the intensity brewing in his
eyes, I bop my focus between his beautiful pools of