Sitting behind my desk, I stare out the window of my office, lost in lust-filled dreams of Aiden. He should be here any minute for our lunch session. With my calendar filled up for the next week, my secretary had the bright idea to squeeze Aiden in anywhere she could fit him. I guess I have myself to blame, considering I told her to find a place for Aiden. We cannot have any delays in his treatment, not when we just started his healing process.

A buzzing snaps me out of my trance, drawing my attention to the phone. “Dr. O’Brien, I have Dr. Shaw here to see you,” Brittany says.

I press the button on the phone. “Send him in.”

The line goes dead, and a few second later, the door swings open. My secretary chuckles from something Aiden whispers to her under his breath. I want to kill both of them without even knowing the context of the conversation.

I had warned Brittany about Aiden, and he knows better than to hit on my staff. As if that would stop him. A man like Aiden only obeys himself. Time to see if he followed through with my first assignment.

Aiden waltzes into my office, as if he owns the place, and locks the door behind him. I swallow to clear the lump forming at the back of my throat, the bile rising from my stomach.

“Stop flirting with my assistant, Aiden.”

“Nice to see you, too, Scar.” He strolls toward me with a wicked smirk on his gorgeous face.

I step out from behind my desk and greet him with a forced smile. “Did you complete your first assignment?”

He moves in front of me, blocking me with his muscular frame, and bends down to meet my gaze. “Did you?”

“No,” I hiss.

“Liar,” he counters. “I can practically smell the sex on you.”

“I guess I should remind you that I am the doctor and you are the patient.”

“You have to give a little, Scar.”

“Fine,” I huff. “Answer my question.”

“I won’t lie to you. I flipped through some porn on my phone last night.”

“What did you do next?”

“I pulled out my cock and gave myself a few strokes. You were on my mind the entire time.”

I suck in a deep breath and let it out, slowly. “Did you come?”

“No,” he hisses, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear.

“What stopped you?”

“If you must know, you were the reason. I made you a promise, and I have more control than you realize.”

Surprised, I peek up at him from beneath my lashes. “I’m proud of you, Aiden, though I would have preferred that you resisted the temptation altogether.”

“It was my first night. Cut me some slack.” He cups my shoulders with his big hands, holding me in place. Not that I could move even if I wanted. “Tell me, Dr. O’Brien, did you shove your fingers inside your pussy and think of me?”

“Aiden,” I say, closing my eyes.

“That’s a yes.” I don’t need to see his face to know the sexy smirk is already on his lips. “How did it feel? Did you think of me? Did you moan my name?”

I open my eyes. “Stop torturing me, Aiden. The sessions are about you, not me.”

“Don’t deny me, Scarlett. You know you want me as much as I have always wanted you.”

I snort. “If that were true, you would have entered my treatment program five years ago. You would have done what I had asked of you.”

“I’m stubborn, haven’t you figured that out by now? I have to make the decision. I have to want it for myself. Back then, the only thing I wanted more than sex and my career was you.”

I roll my eyes. “And how is your career working out for you?”

“Don’t get an attitude with me.” He moves his hand to my hips and pulls me in his chest. “Or I’ll have to bend you over this desk and spank you.”

Deep breaths.

When I don’t answer Aiden, he smiles. “You would like that, wouldn’t you, Scar? You’d like it if I spun you around right now and smacked your tight little ass.”

Unable to function, I stare up at him, thinking of what to say next. “Dr. Shaw, what do you want for lunch today?”

“You.” That’s all he says leaving an awkward silence between us.

He pushes his body into mine, broad-shouldered and oozing sex appeal in black slacks that hang low on his waist and a charcoal button-down shirt that hugs his thick chest. He has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, causing the muscles in his arms to look more pronounced. And I want to touch him. Every part of him.

He grabs me by the hips and pushes me up against the desk.

“What are you doing, Aiden?” I choke out the words, struggling to catch my breath.

“I need you, Scar,” he breathes against my lips and presses his erection into my thigh. ”This is what you do to me.”

“We have to order something for lunch before we go over my next appointment time.”

“I’d rather eat your pussy.”

I tilt my head to the side, doing my best to wiggle free from his grasp. But he holds me tighter. “I am supposed to help you, not feed your addiction.”

“You can help me by giving me your body. I want you and only you, Scarlett.”

“You have a sex addiction. Self-control is part of the treatment.”

“I have plenty of self-control. In fact, I want to show you how much control I can have.”

He spins me around before I can stop him, and pins me against the desk, holding my head there. My cheek brushes the wood, the scent of lemon furniture polish lingering in my nostrils.

“Knock it off, Aiden. I’m hungry,”

“So am I.” He runs his other hand over my ass.

Why am I so turned on by this gesture? What am I thinking?

Despite our past relationship, what we are doing is so unprofessional. There’s no denying that Aiden and I have chemistry, but he has a serious problem, one that I am supposed to fix. But he’s making that impossible.

All I want right now is to feel his tongue slip between my folds and his thick cock to bring me the pleasure I have craved since last night. I want to satisfy him, to indulge him and his fantasies, even though I know I should tell him to stop. But I don’t have the strength or desire to fight him. I want this, too.

“Spread your legs.” Aiden shoves his knee between my thighs. “Wider, baby,” he growls into my ear, leaning over me. His length digs into my ass, soaking my panties, as he tightens his grip on my hair.

He brings my head back just enough so that our eyes meet and gives me a wicked smirk. His facial expressions send me over the edge.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I confess, too weak to stop him. “This behavior is not unprofessional.”

“You’re helping me more than you know, Scar. Just keep still and let me do all the work.”

It’s been far too long since the last time I had sex. And I want Aiden. I have wanted him since we were in college. He’s wrong for me on so many levels. We can never turn back after we go down this road.

Aiden takes his time with hiking up my dress, still holding onto my hair with one hand. By the time his hand slides up my inner thigh, my entire body is on fire, desperate for him. He releases his grip on my head and takes my ass in his hands before crouching down to kiss my bare skin.

Burying his face between my legs, he peels my panties to the side and breathes against my pussy, causing my toes curl. Holding my ass tighter, he moves my legs further apart so he can lick every bit of my juices. His tongue is like magic, my body growing warmer with each flick. I have never had a man eat my pussy as if it were his meal. But Aiden does, and my mind goes blank as my heart rate speeds up. Adrenaline courses through my veins, my entire body alive from the pure pleasure Aiden delivers with his tongue.

I moan, softly, holding onto the edge of the desk as he moves his tongue along my folds. Unable to move or think straight, I scream his name, forgetting we are inside my office and that my assistant can probably hear us. But I don’t care. Brittany could bang down the door, and I wouldn’t stop Aiden from replacing his tongue with his fingers. He spreads me apart, the initial pain so intense that it’s almost too much to bear.

“Fuck, Aiden,” I whisper and cover my mouth with my hand to stifle my moans.

His tongue brings me to the point of convulsing, my entire body set on fire, hitting every sensitive spot at once. Then, he stops moving just long enough for me to panic. What the fuck does he think he’s doing?

Before I can ask, he grabs my hips and pulls himself up from the floor. Without warning, he smacks my ass hard enough to leave fingerprints. I do my best not to scream or cry. It hurts like hell. I’ve never had a man smack me before. Unsure of what to think, I sit there with my ass up in the air on display for him.

Hoping he will continue, I wait. Instead, Aiden raises his other hand, as if the sting didn’t hurt the first time, and slaps my other ass cheek.

“Scar, are you listening to me?”

“Uh-huh,” I moan, nervous about what will come next.

“You’re not going to come right now. Like me, you have to exercise some self-control.”

Confused, I look over my shoulder at him. “What? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I control when you come, do understand?”

I turn around to face him and lean on the desk with my eyes narrowed at him. Anger surges through me, coming over me in waves of red-hot heat that burns my skin.

“This was a mistake.”

“We both know that’s not true, Scar.” He steps between my thighs, staring down at me with his lecherous gaze. “This will keep happening. Over and over again. That’s one promise I can keep.”

I swallow to clear the lump forming in the back of my throat. Aiden never intimidated me this much before, but our situation has changed. By succumbing to my desires and feeding into his, I just gave Aiden power over me, something I do not give out lightly.

“You know I can’t treat you anymore, right?”

He slides his hands up my thighs and rests them at the seam of my panties, his fingers dangerously close to my throbbing core. “This is part of my treatment. You’re doing an amazing job, Scar.”

“Dr. O’Brien,” I counter.

“I just ate your pussy, Scarlett. I think we’re past formalities.”

“I want to come. Let me come, Aiden.”

He shakes his head. “Not right now, baby. Are you going to keep fighting me?”

“What’s the point? You won’t let me win.”

His hands move beneath my panties, the sensation causing my toes to curl. I close my eyes and wait for him to make me feel better, to remove the tension from my body. Instead, Aiden flicks my clit with his finger, as if he were kicking a paper football off the table like the boys did when I was in middle school.

“Oww,” I cry out. “Are you fucking crazy?”

To ease the pain, he rubs my clit and massages me until it feels better. “If you want to be with me, you will have to get used to the pain. Wait until my cock is inside you, Scar. This is nothing. Wait until I have your hands tied to your ankles, fucking you senseless. You will learn the real meaning of pain.”

“I don’t think I want to know what that even means,” I counter. “Are you going to beat me?”

He laughs. “It sounds so bad when you put it that way. If you get out of line, I will spank you, and I will punish you for your insubordination.”

“Maybe this is another way to help you,” I say, unsure of the meaning behind the words.

Do I want to use my body as a means to an end? What kind of doctor does this with their patient? Aiden isn’t a normal patient. The lines between us are so blurred I don’t even know how to proceed with his treatment. Can I even help him? He should see someone else, someone who doesn’t want to know how his cock feels inside them.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls. “We can test each other’s limits. But I have to warn you that my fantasies are much darker than yours. I like it rough.” He leans over me and twists my hair in his hands, forcing me to look up at him. “I like it very rough. It’s going to hurt.”

“You are the worst patient I’ve ever had to treat,” I confess because it’s the truth. “If we do this, we need to have rules.”

He smirks. “Good because I like rules. In my world, rules are essential.”

“All you care about is satisfying your needs and doing things on your terms.”

“Has it ever occurred to you that I don’t have a sex addiction and that I just like sex?”

I take a second to consider the question and laugh. “No, you have a sex addiction.”

“But do I display all the signs?” He takes my hand in his and brings it up to his face. “Am I flushed, my skin slick with sweat from the adrenaline rushing through my veins?”

His skin is dry, free of sweat, and without the slightest hint that he was ever turned on by me. Although it should please me, I’m almost disappointed. Maybe this is progress for Aiden. Staring at him, confused, I have no idea what to say to him.

“Why, Aiden? Why do you have sex with strange women in bathrooms if you can control yourself? That makes zero sense to me.”

He releases his grip on me. “Because I like sex. It’s not that complicated. I get bored, see a hot woman I want to fuck, and so I do. But she has to be like me.”

I shake my head. “No, you have a problem. You might be able to control yourself on occasion, and this is one of those times, but I know you better than you think.”

“Are you still hungry?” He asks, avoiding my last statement.

“Yes.” I glance up at the clock on the wall. “We have two hours until my next patient.”

“Cancel,” he orders, his tone firm.

“Unlike you, I care about being professional,” I shoot back, annoyed. “I would never cancel a patient for sex.”

“Whatever. You’re no fun. Two hours is all the time I need.” He turns around, speaking with his back to me, as he heads toward the door. “Grab your purse. I’m taking you somewhere.”

“Okay.” My voice is surprisingly shaky when I speak. “Where are we going?”

“Just get your things,” he growls.

When I meet him at the door, Aiden hooks his arm around my back and presses his mouth to mine. With both hands gripping my shoulders, Aiden holds me in place, making my head spin when he kisses me.

His tongue tangles with mine and my hands fall to his chest, slowly moving up to his hair. The passion behind each kiss overwhelms me. No one has ever kissed me like this before. When our mouths finally separate, I have trouble catching my breath.

He takes a step back and locks eyes with me, leaving me wanting for more. “Scarlett,” Aiden says, snapping me out of the trance he has me under, summoning me back to reality.

I look up at him.

“You have no idea how much I missed you,” he says.

Speechless, I manage a closed-mouth smile. Then, Aiden guides me out of my office without another word. I hate myself for hoping wherever we are going will lead to sex.