Page 15 of Taming a Menace

Seven

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Resisting Keywan was proving to be much easier said than done.

In theory, I had no business getting involved with any of my patients outside of work.

In theory, I would have been breaking all kinds of ethical rules just by seeing him.

In someone’s mind, I would be abusing my client if we were to engage in a sexual relationship.

What if that sexual relationship had already begun prior to me seeing the patient?

What if he was big, sexy, and dark chocolate?

What if he smelled like a good black man with his shit together and exuded big dick energy with the package to back it up?

What if I couldn’t forget the delicious way he stretched my walls to the limit and made me have back-to-back orgasms?

I thought that shit only existed in romance novels. Now I was fighting all the temptations at once. It was enough of a struggle to resist him before he came in declaring that he would no longer try to pursue me. I found that admirable. At the same time, it turned me on.

I had been having enough trouble not fantasizing about him as I pleasured myself to sleep every night since I’d left Wyatt.

Now the man had made me lunch. I made the mistake of taking the lid off the food I was pretending not to want.

Now I couldn’t get over the mouthwatering aroma of the salmon and pineapple combination.

If that weren’t enough, the man made me tiramisu. Fucking tiramisu! I almost burst into tears when I saw it. Had he remembered that it was one of my favorites? Of course he had. He didn’t even make a big deal of it or anything. He just put it on my desk like it was nothing.

A man like that deserved endless pussy and blow jobs. I would have given it to him too. Fuck my ninety-day rule and everything. I would have fucked him right on my desk, if only he weren’t my patient. Now I was left to suffer in silence.

I tore into the wrap, and it was every bit as tasty as I assumed it was, if not more.

I gobbled it up without even bothering to crack the bottle of water.

Once I was done, I took a swig of the water before tasting a sample of the cake.

I closed my eyes as moist layers melted in my mouth.

The dessert was so delectable that I wanted to savor every bite.

I was already full, so instead of pigging out and making myself sluggish for the rest of my shift, I covered my dessert and placed the containers in my work tote.

I still had almost an hour left for lunch.

Standing from my desk, I walked over and locked the door before moving back over to grab my purse.

I’d watched the camera footage of him fucking me on the counter at least a hundred times over the years, but I still couldn’t get enough.

I only installed cameras in the house because it was one of those temporary vacation rentals.

I’d heard horror stories about people being spied on while they stayed in those places.

All those true crime documentaries I watched made me paranoid.

Once the night was over, I was glad that my scary ass put in cameras.

I pulled up the video from my phone as I plopped down in my chair.

Reaching under my desk, I picked up my purse and removed my rose.

Keywan was my sole reason for even bringing my toy to work.

I knew that I had to be sated in order to power through our session without letting his wiles weaken my defenses.

I’d used my rose before our session, and now I was considering using it again.

Spreading my legs slightly, I stuck my hand into my pants.

It was crazy how wet I was just from sitting across the room from the man and eating his food. Opting against firing up my trusty friend a second time in a matter of hours, I used my fingers to circle my swollen nub as I watched him screw me into the next century.

I pressed my lips together to muffle my moans as a powerful orgasm surged through me.

I let my phone drop from my fingertips onto the desk, throwing my head back to revel in the pleasure.

I had no idea how I was going to get through the next fourteen weeks without climbing Keywan like a tree.

Hopefully as long as he played nice, I would be able to endure the powerful urge to experience him again.

“This dress is too damn short, Ice. All of my cakes are hanging out in the back,” I said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“No it’s not, sis. You look damn good.”

I’d made the mistake of letting my sister pick out something for me to wear to the club.

The black dress was mid-thigh length with a split running a few inches up the right thigh.

The sheer midsection gave it an extra hint of sex appeal, and sexy it was.

It made me feel good to dress up and feel like I still had it.

“Do you know the last time I went to the club?” I asked, turning toward her.

Isis had come up with the crazy idea to go to some party her favorite singer was throwing.

It had been all over the radio. It sounded like it was going to be too much for me, but somehow I let her convince me to join her.

She always came through whenever I needed her, so I was doing my best to be a good sport.

“It’s been way too long. I’m the married one. I’m supposed to be the stick in the mud.”

“I’m not a stick in the mud. I just retired from the club scene after college.”

“Well tonight we’re bringing you out of retirement. Patrice is meeting us there, so we are about to have a ball. I gotta get you out of your feelings, bae.”

“I’m not in my feelings anymore. I’m just not ready to get back out there.” I enlightened her.

“Whatever. I don’t see why you didn’t give that fine ass chef your number from the start.”

“Thank God I didn’t.”

“You couldn’t have known he was going to end up being one of your patients years later.”

“Still it’s a good thing that I turned him down.”

“Did you though? You said you busted it open on your kitchen counter. That doesn’t sound like turning him down.”

“It was cool for a one-night stand. I couldn’t give that man my number knowing he thought I was a jump off.”

“You don’t know what he thought, girl. Maybe he likes jump offs.”

“Girl, please.” I rolled my eyes.

“I’m just saying.”

“You know what? He fucked me like he had anger issues. I should have known something wasn’t right about him.”

“Girl, shut up.” Isis laughed.

“I’m kind of glad that I had the foresight to turn down his attempt to take things further.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked before putting on her lip gloss.

“For one thing he was headed to prison. I saw that he’s been in prison for the past three years. In spite of everything I read in his file, he seems like a good guy with anger issues. I wouldn’t have seen the red flags until it was too late, or I was visiting him every other weekend.”

“Him being a patient is not a red flag. It’s an obstacle.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Take another shot because you’re too uptight right now. We’re not even supposed to be talking about him. We’re not worried about a man you can’t have. We’re worried about all of the men who are going to be at this party tonight. I need you to pull it together, bae.”

“I’m trying,” I said, taking the shot glass from her and tossing it back.

“Girl, he cooked for me. Never in all the time that we lived together did Wyatt ever cook for me. I’m pretty sure the only man who’s ever cooked for me was Dad.

The man made me freaking tiramisu, Isis.

Do you know how bad I want to say fuck the rules, sis? ”

“They do say fuck a horse, ride a bad boy for a reason.” She laughed.

I busted out laughing right along with her. We were way past the tipsy mark at this point, and it showed.

“You know that’s not what they say.”

“It’s something like that. Ervin is a little rough around the edges, but he treats me like a queen. That’s what I want for you.”

“Me too, but who’s to say he’s the one to give me that? I’m not trying to lose my job over a maybe. I just started it. I have a house to pay for. I can’t play with my future over some good but temporary dick.”

“But can’t you? How will anyone even know what you’re doing outside of work hours? You said you barely even talk to your coworkers at that place.”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to find out. It’s not worth it,” I whined. “Let’s not forget the fact that the man is a criminal.”

“And Wyatt was a doctor, but clearly that didn’t make him Mr. Right. It just made him look good on paper. Don’t let him having a record deter you. He has a career. One that he loves and is damn good at according to you.”

“Don’t forget that he’s crazy as hell according to the paperwork. It doesn’t matter that I haven’t really seen that side of him yet. Well I’ve seen the lack of impulse control, or either the refusal to use it, but nothing outrageous.”

I’d already gone over everything my sister had to say a hundred times in my head. There was no use in her saying them.

“What did he go to prison for again?”

“Assault or something like that. Letting those anger issues get him in trouble. I can’t risk being around somebody like that. What if his anger turns on me?”

“You got a point, sis.” She nodded before taking another shot.

“He’s so fine, though, Isis. I cannot say that enough, and the sex was so good.

It was a quickie or whatever. It didn’t matter.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it or the way his dick curved just right and his mouth.

Ugh! Girl, I don’t need anything else to drink for the rest of the night. ”

“Nah, we’re not doing that. I like when you’re able to unwind. You have fun. I’m driving tonight,” she reminded me.

“You know I like to be in control of my faculties at all times.”

“That’s your problem right now.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to hear that shit tonight. You’re about to get loose.”