Page 17 of Fractured Grief (Hope’s Ridge #2)

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T hrowing myself back into work was better than dwelling on whatever the fuck had almost happened with Seb. I couldn’t think about it, or I might panic, freak out, cry again, or God knows what else. I’d been unprofessional enough for one day.

The rest of the day thankfully flew by, and I didn’t have any time to dwell on Seb. Not until after Hazel was in bed and I was alone in my room, stuck in my head.

I was trying to write up my case notes for the day, but I couldn’t focus. With Seb being my first client, his notes needed to be processed first so that we could confirm his next appointment in less than forty-eight hours.

All I could think about was the heated way he’d gazed at me. No one had ever looked at me like that. It had set my skin on fire.

I’d realized I was attracted to men from a young age, but I lived in fear of anyone knowing. But if I were found out, then Seb would be too, and no one would mess with someone as large and formidable looking as him.

Then I’d noticed his package. He was hard. And oh boy, that was bigger than anything I’d ever seen, even in porn—not that I’d been able to watch much, but wow .

I hadn’t known what to do. I was caught in his gaze, then his hand had stilled mine, and I’d been transfixed.

He’d used his hand to cover his growing erection and maybe ease the pressure, but when he’d brought that hand to my face and caressed my cheek, I’d thought I would explode on the spot.

I’d been so close, so on edge, so mesmerized by our connection.

No one had ever touched me, and to have the intoxicating presence of Seb trace over my lips with his calloused thumb, I was a goner .

I set my laptop aside and lay back on my bed. It crossed so many lines, and I knew it was wrong, but if I took care of my problem, then I could focus.

No one needed to know.

Settling back on my bed, I pushed my covers off as I traced my hands over my chest and down my stomach to my groin. I was already leaking through my underwear as I gave myself a cautious squeeze.

I thought about Seb’s long hair and disheveled beard. What would it feel like for him to kiss me? Would he take control or be sweet and gentle?

Reaching under my T-shirt, I tweaked my nipple, knowing Seb could probably play my body like a fiddle. He was larger than life, but so kind and stoic. He’d care for me and make sure all my needs were met.

Keeping one hand toying with my nipple, I slipped the other into my boxers and started to stroke.

I never thought about cock sizes in the past, but Seb’s would have to be double mine.

What would it feel like to touch? What would he taste like?

I wanted to lick him, bring him pleasure.

I wanted to serve him, take care of his needs, and be filled by him.

Desire surged in my belly, dancing through my limbs as I thought about Seb’s large body over mine and having him kiss me and finally, being kissed!

His tongue swiping into my mouth as he claimed me.

My body reacted so viscerally that my orgasm hit me like a freight train.

Cum spurted from my tip, into my underwear, and over my fist as I stroked myself through the pleasure, wringing out every drop.

I was breathing heavily, and while I felt relief at scratching the itch, I also realized I was screwed. I was completely attracted to my client.

What the fuck was I going to do?