For hours, I surfed the Internet for the latest porn, searching for women who resembled Scarlett. I watched countless videos, all with girls who reminded me of Scarlett in some way. Some girls had the same blonde hair that sweeps over her shoulders, while others had the same long, toned legs that I dream of having wrapped around me. A few women had nice, perky tits that left me fantasizing about shoving my face between Scarlett’s breasts. I could not get Scarlett out of my mind after I’d left her office.

I had my secretary make the appointment with every intention to get the revenge fuck that Scarlett knew I wanted. Now, I want more than rough sex. I want her. In more ways than one. She threw me so off my game that I had Erica cancel my morning appointments so that I could stay home and take care of what her presence had done to me. Nothing has worked.

It’s as if Scarlett is my special blend of Viagra. I have a sickness I don’t even bother to hide or deny. With Scarlett showing up after all these years, it only makes things worse for me. My dick has been hard since I walked out of her office. No matter how many times I jerk off, I cannot get this never-ending erection to go away. She could fix it; I know she could. That was why I went to see Scarlett in the first place. She’s the problem and the cure.

As a doctor, even I am wondering how this is scientifically possible. Scarlett occupies my thoughts, which turns to me lusting over her. Scarlett was always my biggest weakness. Seeking her out was a mistake. How can we work together when I am in this bad of shape from a quick session?

Erica knocks on the door, ripping me from my sex-filled trance. She stands in the entryway in a long dress with a collar up to her neck. I hate when she tortures me with these outfits, leaving so much to the imagination. My secretary is one of the biggest cock teases I have ever met. She tests my fleeting willpower every day.

“Dr. Shaw, sorry to interrupt. Dr. O’Brien is on the phone for you. You said not to bother you, but I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, not at all.” I consider standing up from behind my desk to reach for the phone sitting on the edge, but I don’t want Eric to see my erection that won’t quit. “Patch her through. And can you hand me the phone before you go?”

Erica slides the phone in my direction, careful not to scratch the wooden top. “Good luck. I have a feeling you will need it with her.” She turns on her heels, giving me a perfect view of her firm ass, as she leaves my office.

I click the button on the phone and hold it up to my ear. “Scarlett, to what do I owe the pleasure? Our appointment isn’t for another hour.”

“About that,” she breathes. “I have to cancel for today. In fact, I have to cancel all of our appointments.”

“Don’t bail on me already. You promised to help me.”

“I fear that I’m only feeding your addiction. Working together could be toxic to us both.”

“So, you do have feelings for me. I knew it.”

“Stop it, Aiden. You are only trying to get under my skin. This is what you do. You manipulate people.”

I wiggle my eyebrows, a smirk forming on my lips, even though she can’t see me. “Is it working?”

A beat passes between us where Scarlett sighs, and I adjust myself. Hearing her voice is not helping my current situation. In fact, talking to her is making me worse.

“That’s the problem, Aiden. I want to help you, but it’s hard when you make everything about sex.”

“I can’t help it that you make me hard, and I want to have sex with you.”

“Stop using my words against me,” she growls.

“Then, stop arousing me. I have a medical emergency. I need to see you.”

“I’m in my car right now. I won’t be back in the office until tomorrow. That’s why I called instead of my secretary.”

I lean forward and dig my elbows into the wood. “Where are you?”

“Leaving the parking garage at my office.”

“You’re only a few blocks away from my office. I need you.” She doesn’t speak, so I add, “For treatment. I have to discuss what has been happening to me since last night. Can you come here?”

“You get five minutes. As a professional courtesy, I will give you that and not a second more.”

The line goes dead.

Ten minutes later, Scarlett waltzes into the room in high heels, a tight black mini skirt that reveals the definition in her legs, and a low-cut blouse that hugs her curves and flashes just enough cleavage to satisfy my curiosity.

“Lock the door,” I tell Scarlett, “and then sit down.”

She bites down on her bottom lip, considering my request before she does as I command. Good girl.

Once she’s in front of me, I take in the sight of her, vulnerable and willing. She will fight me every step of the way, and I will only enjoy it more. That’s what makes this so much fun for me.

Scarlett sucks in a deep breath, staring into my eyes as if she wants me. I know she does. We have unfinished business to handle. She knows it just as much as I do.

Five years ago, all she’d cared about was her treatment program at UCLA. She saw me as a patient she could fix, but I knew there was more between us. She would never admit her feelings for me. Scarlett is the kind of woman who wears them on her face, present for everyone to see, where my mask covers mine.

The first day we met, Scarlett strolled into the study hall late, wearing short shorts that hugged her ass and a white spaghetti strap shirt that showed off her nipples. I will never forget the day I met Scarlett. That day alone has been in my spank bank for so long I can recall every detail from memory—from the scent of her sweet perfume to the way she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and gave me a look that just about killed me.

I was far from the man I have become today. She changed me in ways I had never thought possible. But I didn’t adapt fast enough to hold her attention. When she would refuse my advances, I had no idea why until she’d mentioned my addiction. I did what I do best and made excuses for myself. As much as I wanted to find a way around her rules, I never did. This is a second chance for us both, an opportunity to make up for lost times.

Scarlett crosses her legs and sits back in her chair, waiting for me to say something. But I continue to stare at her, allowing my eyes to wander until I have taken in every part of her delicious body.

“You look fine to me,” she hisses. “What is the medical emergency?”

Without exchanging a word, I lower my head toward my lap.

She sucks in a deep breath and blows it out. “You are impossible, Aiden. Have you tried to control your urges?”

“Well, no,” I confess. “All can think of is you and what you would look like naked.”

Rolling her eyes at me, Scarlett shakes her head. “And you wonder why I have to relieve myself as your doctor.”

“Answer one question for me.”

She nods. “Okay, go on.”

“Are you still attracted to me?”

“It’s hard not to be,” she admits, which must have taken a lot for her to say aloud. “But that doesn’t change our relationship. You are still my patient.”

“What if I stop seeing you? Would that make a difference?”

“Yes, actually, but I still wouldn’t date you, Aiden.”

“And why the hell not?”

“Because I could never allow myself to be with someone who needs sex all the time. All it would take is one day of not getting what you want from me to seek out another woman.”

“You don’t know that,” I shoot back, annoyed.

“I do. I’ve seen it a million times with my patients. It’s easy to fall back into old habits when you need a fix.”

“What if you were my only fix? For as long as I can remember, you were the addiction I could never kick. Every time I think of you, my dick gets rock hard. Why do you think I was always sneaking off with those girls in college?”

“Don’t blame me for your addiction, Aiden. You displayed signs from the moment I met you. I remember when we would work together for ten hours straight and your forehead would be covered in sweat, your shirt and hands equally drenched.”

“Maybe you made me nervous.”

“No, that’s not it. I would pretend to believe your lies, but I knew you had a serious problem, one that I could have fixed if you would have allowed me to help you.”

I rub my hands together, focused on her legs. “You can help me all right. We both want this to happen, Scarlett. Would you stop denying me already?”

“What do you want me to do?” She looks terrified, but she wouldn’t have come here if she had a problem with how this is going to work between us. I made my intentions clear at her office, yet she still agreed to work with me.

“I want to see you. Spread your legs for me, Scarlett. Do as I ask, and I will reward you.”

“With what?” For such a smart woman, she doesn’t need to play dumb with me.

I laugh. “With my cock, of course.”

“You consider that a reward.”

“You haven’t seen it yet.” I place my hands on my belt buckle. “I’ll let you be the judge.”

Hesitating, Scarlett looks away from me, unsure of whether she wants to go through with this. We both know she wants this to happen or she would have left already. There’s no sense in denying her attraction to me.

“What happened to you, Aiden?” Her singsong voice is soft and music to my ears until she says, “What started this path of destruction?”

“Like you care,” I say, defensive.

This conversation has taken a much different turn from what I had expected.

Speaking through clenched teeth, I spit out, “You didn’t stick around long enough to find out. You never bothered to give me a chance. All you wanted was to admit me into your program so that you could study me.”

She folds her arms across her chest and frowns. “Why are you so angry with me? Have you been holding onto this resentment since graduation?” Her nose scrunches in anger along with her brow before she speaks again.

I kind of like it that she’s pissed because now she gets to feel the same way I did for all these years.

“I gave you one last chance to tell me that you wanted more, and you chose your career and pride over me. So, don’t even go there, Aiden. You were content with being friends for a long time, and that was fine with me, but I needed more from you.”

I stand up, still hard and so turned on by this conversation. Scarlett’s defiance and attitude excite me. Now, I get to punish her for talking back to me.

“You wanted more from me, as long as you could fix me. But are you ready to give me more?”

She narrows her eyes at me. ”Now?”

With my hands on my belt buckle, ready to take it off and spank her with it, I say, “Yes, right now.”

Her eyes follow my fingers as I tug at my belt.

I slip the leather through the loops of my pants. “Let me see what’s under your skirt.”

“This is a bad idea, Aiden. You have to learn how to control yourself.”

“I know how to control myself. You have to trust me. Spread your legs, Scarlett.”

Still apprehensive, Scarlett separates her thighs for me, opening them wide enough to give me a good look. A thin layer of black silk separates me from what I want. “Move your panties to the side,” I order.

“Aiden,” she hisses.

“Just do it. This is my lesson in self-control. What better way to learn than with you.”

“I didn’t sign up to be your toy,” she counters.

“No, but you will be soon enough. Trust me this will help start my recovery.”

My cock grows harder, tenting my slacks and making it impossible for me to function without getting some relief.

“Touch yourself for me,” I tell Scarlett, keeping my focus on her.

“I think this has gone too far already, Aiden.” She slaps her thighs together, depriving me of the one thing I want most.

“Quite the opposite,” I say. “We haven’t gone far enough.”

She lowers her head in shame. “I shouldn’t have done this with you. I thought by giving in a little that it would help me get a read on your level of self-control, but I see that didn’t work.”

“It worked,” I confess. “You didn’t see me whip out my cock and start jerking off to your pussy, now did you?”

She shakes her head. “I gave into you, when I should have told you no.”

“But you didn’t. Now, all I can think about is you and what you will taste like.”

“That’s the problem, Aiden. You have to curb your desires. I guess some good could come of this. Think of this as a test. Can you resist the temptation to jerk off after I leave your office, or will you cave?”

“Getting myself off isn’t the same as seeking out a random woman at a bar for sex.”

“While that might be true, part of your addiction involves masturbation. If you can’t find a woman to have sex with, what do you do?”

“Look for porn on the Internet.”

“Exactly. You’re making my point for me. That’s another thing you will have to fight. If you allow yourself to masturbate whenever the mood strikes, you will only make this harder on yourself.”

“What am I supposed to do? Go without sex all day.”

“Do you think you can make it one day?” She crosses her legs, pinning me down with her gaze. “I challenge you to go without any form of sex until tomorrow.”

“You act as if I hunt down women every night, like a vampire who needs to feed on another victim.”

“Isn’t that what you’re doing? These women are your victims, whether you realize it or not. You are using them to feed your addiction.”

“They are willing participants. I don’t force them to do anything they don’t want to do.”

She shrugs. “They might agree, but you are using them.”

“They are using me, too. I let them know up front that I want sex and nothing more.”

“I’d like to see you make this change in your life, Aiden. You are a good man; you just need to find the person I once knew. Your addiction controls too much of your life. If you keep this up, you will end up with a disease or alone for the rest of your life.”

“I’m always safe and alone by choice.”

She sighs. “No one is alone by choice. Deep down we all want someone to love and someone who loves us back. I’d like to see the old you return to me.”

“I’m not the same man you once knew.”

There’s no point in denying my true identity. If Scarlett wants the Aiden Shaw she knew, then she better get used to the way I am now and forget the old me. I will show her exactly who I am. She will never forget it.

I should have claimed her when I had the chance and made her mine. Scarlett was always supposed to be with me. We were meant for each other. That’s why I am taking her up on her offer to help. Doctors make terrible patients, and I am only proving that with Scarlett. I should take her seriously and follow through with whatever course of treatment she has in mind.

She gets up from the chair and slings her purse over her shoulder. “Before I leave, I want to know one thing. What started this behavior? What happened to you?”

“I can’t pinpoint the exact moment. What had started as binge drinking and wild parties turned into a lot of sex. I was in a fraternity in college. There were girls around all the time, throwing themselves at me. I never resisted them. Most of the time, I was too drunk to care. It wasn’t until I met you that I realized I had a problem. I ignored all the signs. I can kick the habit just like I did drinking. It’s all in my mind. It’s not about the sex.”

“That’s the first correct thing you’ve said since I stepped into this office.” She moves next to me, staring up at me. “Your condition is not about sex, even though you use sex as your drug of choice.”

“This is why you are the only person who can help me.” Towering over her, I dip down and graze my lips along the shell of her ear. “You can fix me, but first, I want to break you. We can piece each other back together one orgasm at a time.”

A crazy twist of fate has brought us back together. Now that I have Scarlett back, I am never letting her go. Soon, she will realize she is mine, though I bet she already has an idea that this will become permanent.

If only I had the mental strength to keep my demons at bay. Today is not one of those days. I doubt tomorrow will be one of them either. I like sex too much, and Scarlett looks too good in this outfit. Her breast brushes against my arm, making it difficult for me to focus. My reaction to her is worse than when I was a teenager going through puberty.

Just because she’s back in my life doesn’t mean I will change overnight. The itch I need to scratch will always be there. This time, Scarlett will be the one to quench that hunger.

When my hand falls to her waist, Scarlett sucks in a deep breath and holds it.

“I want you to think of me while you touch yourself tonight. If I have to do something for you, then I want you to do that for me in return.”

She nods, just as I was hoping.

“Good girl.”

She stills from my breath on her skin.

For a second, we lock onto each other, and I think about kissing her. I wonder if she will kiss me back. But the sound of Erica’s voice blaring through the loudspeaker on my phone snaps us out of our trance.

“Dr. Shaw, sorry to interrupt you.”

“Yes, Erica,” I say, leaning over my desk to talk into the speaker.

“Mrs. Boyd keeps calling the office for you. It’s an emergency. She says she knows.”

I roll my eyes and blow out a puff of air. “I guess she figured out that her husband is cheating on her with Alanna.”

“That would be my guess,” Erica says. “She keeps calling. Can you calm her down?”

“Wait a minute, and then patch her through.”

“Yes, Dr. Shaw.” Then, the line goes dead.

I move my hand from Scarlett’s hip to her firm ass and give it a quick squeeze that causes her jump. Thoughts of spanking her over my desk pop into my head. What I wouldn’t give to have her right now.

The phone rings and Scarlett pulls away from me. “Until next time, Aiden.”

I nod. “Good night, Scarlett.”

She fixes her skirt as she walks out of my office. I knew I could get Scarlett to do as I wish. She wanted me to become her test subject years ago, and now, she has become mine.