I was his last session of the day. Normally when our schedules align that way, I catch an Uber to his office so that we can ride home together. I usually use the time he’s shutting the place down to do extra stretches or check in with my coach, but today I don’t want to do that. I want to put us both out of our misery. I should spend this time trying to think of how I’m going to tell him what I’ve been keeping from him. I owe him answers, but for the first time in a long time I want to live without thinking about the damn consequences.

My feet make the decision for me and carry me over to where he’s standing, looking over paperwork. He looks at me expectantly, so I keep walking until the tips of our shoes connect.

“Whatever I want, Kai?”

The curious gleam in his eyes transitions into a ravenous hunger. He nods. Just as I start leaning forward to kiss him he holds up a hand. “I want you to understand what you’re signing up for if you connect your lips with mine. My self-control is a fraying thread, and every time you touch me in a way that’s more than friendly or show me a version of you that wants this as much as I do, it unravels a little more. I’m a strong man but I am not invincible, so if you do this, the thread officially snaps. All fucking bets are off.”

Perfect. I give him the best answer I can. I pull his head down to mine and put everything into the kiss.

The moment our tongues meet, he takes control and I let him. It feels so good to let go. His mouth assaults mine in a way that leaves no room for hesitation or doubt, only pure unadulterated need.

His hands trail down to the curves of my ass, hauling me up and planting me on one of the treatment tables.

“Kai, we can’t do this here,” I say even though the breathiness of my voice says that I absolutely want to do this here.

“Why not?”

“What if someone sees?”

“No one is going to see your beautiful body but me. Everyone is gone for the day.”

“But I mean this is so inappropriate. You treat patients on these tables!”

He lifts my tank top and sports bra over my head and fuck if I even try to resist. “I don’t give a fuck. This is my office. I can do what I want, and what I want is to pleasure your body until your voice is hoarse from screaming so much. That okay with you?”

“More than okay.” I roll my bottom lip between my teeth.