I’m so pissed at myself for not making my move last night. When we got back to the house after the meet-up, I was emotionally drained and I couldn‘t bring myself to do it, so I caught up with Angie on the phone instead.

Today, our therapy session is pure torture. His touch makes every nerve in my body tingle. The smooth tone of his voice as he guides me is like velvet clinging to my body.

“That’s good. Let’s move on to some heel raises and then we’ll cool down for the day.”

I nod my head, my mouth too dry to speak, and position myself facing the wall to begin the exercise. I barely even notice the slight twinge of discomfort in my injured leg as my heels leave the floor. I’m too focused on the cravings I feel that are too loud to ignore now. That’s the best way I can describe it. I crave every part of him. I need his smiles, his love, his acceptance, his touch, his kiss. I need to know what his beard feels like between my legs.

My balance shifts, and instead of coming straight back down on my heels, I teeter to the side. “Shit.” Large hands grip my hips to prevent my fall. I hiss at the contact, not because it hurts, but because the rough pads of his fingers brush against my side beneath my tank top, and his hands on my bare skin feel so good, I never want it to stop. Instead of using his hands to fully stand myself back up, I lean into his grip and arch my back. Not too blatantly but not so subtle either. When my ass grazes his groin, he groans softly in my ear, and his right hand travels farther up my body until his fingers are spread across my stomach. He applies enough pressure to my midsection that I’m forced to arch more until my ass is planted firmly against the swell of his dick. I reach out to hold the wall for leverage, but when I feel Kai’s breath on my neck, I can’t fight the small moan that falls from my lips.

His teeth nip my ear for a brief moment before he whispers, “Whatever you want is yours, Olivia. But you know what you have to do to get it.”

And with that he disentangles his body from mine and leaves me standing there slack-jawed while he walks over to the treatment tables and starts wiping them down. Session over.

Once I pick my jaw off the floor, I run through my cool-down stretches alone. I feel Kai’s gaze on me from time to time, probably ensuring I’m stretching correctly, but otherwise he can’t be bothered with me. Fucker.