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  Fuck me. My dick hardens even further at the thought of seeing Mia Gardner naked.

  Okay. Focus, Landon. She’s here for help.

  “Ms. Gardner.” I lean forward. “It’s okay. You can tell us what the matter is. Everything you say in this office is confidential. We’re here to help.”

  She nods. “I have a problem,” she says, her face flushed. Her voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t think I enjoy sex.”

  “Why do you think that?” Ben asks her.

  Her eyes drop to her lap. “I never orgasm,” she mumbles. “My fiancé thought I was frigid.”

  She has a fiancé? I don’t know why that bothers me as much as it does.

  Ben is more helpful than I am. “It’s pretty common not to orgasm with a partner.”

  “It’s not just Dennis,” she confesses, her hands worrying the fabric of her skirt. “I’ve never been able to come with any partner.”

  “Couples sometimes fall into a rut,” I suggest. “They find it helpful to tell each other about their fantasies. Role play, kink. Whatever jolts you out of your rhythm.”

  Her face turns fiery. “Have you tried telling him what turns you on?” I continue.

  “What turns you on, Ms. Gardner?” Ben’s voice drops an octave, and his eyes glitter with heat. Whoa. Benjamin Long is interested in this girl too. Well, well.

  “It’s too embarrassing.” She can’t look at us.

  “If you don’t tell us, we can’t help you.”

  “I just can’t,” she wails.

  I have a brainwave, which is a miracle, given that most of my blood has pooled in my dick. “Sometimes, when our clients are having trouble relaxing, we use hypnosis.”

  “Good idea, Dr. West,” Ben says, giving me a sidelong look. He turns back to Mia. “Would you like to try that?”

  She bites her lower lip again. I can see her debate it in her head.

  “We record the session,” I assure her. “So you don’t have to worry about what you say.”

  She appears to reach a conclusion. “Yes,” she nods. “I really want to solve this problem of mine, and if that’s what it takes, let’s do it.”

  Ben’s the hypnotist. “Lie back on the couch,” he instructs Mia, while I set up the recorder.

  She gulps, but obeys. She stretches out on the red burgundy velvet, her skirt riding up to mid-thigh. Her skin looks creamy and soft and very touchable.

  “You have nothing to worry about,” Ben assures her. “Despite what you hear, we can’t make you do anything during hypnosis that you won’t do otherwise. It’s just to get you to calm down.”

  He looks deep in her eyes, the lucky dog. "Relax,” he says, his voice low and soothing. “Let your muscles sink into the couch.” He draws out his sentences, the syllables slow and smooth. “Breathe in. Fill your chest and lungs with air.”

  She complies, and her breasts strain against her shirt. I want to adjust myself but can’t. Until Mia goes under, sudden movements will startle her and pull her out of her trance.

  “Good,” Ben continues. “Now breathe out slowly. Empty your lungs.”

  After several steadying breaths, Ben proceeds to the next step. Despite what you see in pop culture, you don’t need a swinging watch to hypnotize someone. Just a focal object.

  Unfortunately, Ben picks me. “I want you to look at Dr. West’s face,” he instructs. “Focus on him. Don’t move your eyes away from Landon, Mia.”

  Her pretty green eyes meet mine. There’s a hint of nervousness there, but as Ben goes through each step, it disappears. After five minutes of slow, patient encouragement, her eyes grow heavy, and her breathing evens out.

  Ben nods at me. She’s good to go.

  “We were talking about sex, Mia,” I say. “Tell us what you want.”

  “Dennis was tentative,” she murmurs, her voice soft. “Sometimes, I wanted him to take charge.”

  “Take charge how?”

  She hesitates. “I wanted him to push me against a wall,” she whispers. “Pull my hands above my head and hold them in place. I wanted him to be forceful. I wanted to be taken.”

  Stay calm, Landon.

  “What else?” My voice is strained. “What do you fantasize about?”

  “I want to be spanked,” she replies. “I want to be dragged over a man’s lap.” Her expression turns dreamy. “He’ll pull my panties down, and he’ll order me to take my punishment like a good girl. And if I don’t obey, he’ll tie my wrists up so I can’t move.”

  Oh my fucking God.

  Even hypnotized, her cheeks go pink. “Then, once the spanking is over, he’ll push me down on my knees, and he’ll thrust his cock into my mouth.”

  Ben makes a strangled noise in his throat. Thankfully, it doesn’t stop Mia Gardner, because she keeps talking. “Sometimes,” she whispers, “I even dream about more than one cock. One in my pussy, one in my ass. Taking me hard.”

  This girl will be the death of us. Her fantasies are dirty and kinky, and I want to fulfill them.

  She’s a prospective client, asswipe. Keep your dick in your pants.

  Ben’s heard enough. He pulls Mia Gardner out of her hypnotic trance. When she’s sitting on the couch again, her back straight, her hands clenched in her lap, he continues gently. “Do you remember what you told us you want?” he asks her.

  She shakes her head.

  I swallow. Mia is an irresistible combination of good-girl on the outside, and hot kinky vixen when her inhibitions are down. Following procedure, I copy the recording on a flash drive and give it to her. “If you want to listen to it later,” I say in explanation.

  Ben takes a deep breath to steady himself. “It sounds like you want to spice up your sex life,” he says. “Perhaps your orgasm problems are tied to that. Have you tried talking to your fiancé?”

  Her fiancé. What a douchebag that guy must be. If I had a woman like Mia in my bed, I’d make damn sure I please her.

  Ben says tied, and I think of Mia stretched out on the couch, her arms above her head, bound together with a tie. Not mine; I never wear one. Ben’s tie would work nicely, though.

  “I can’t. We broke up.”

  An unexpected surge of triumph runs through my blood. Yes. She’s single. Tell me more about your fantasies, I want to urge. Ben and I have shared women in the past. We haven’t done something like that in a long time, but for this woman, I’ll be happy to make an exception.

  “We have some other options,” Ben says. “If you’d like, we can explore using sexual surrogates to help you climax during sex.”

  She sits up. “A surrogate? You mean someone will have sex with me while you watch?”

  “We’re trained professionals,” I reply. “I know it sounds awkward, but it isn’t as bad as it sounds.”

  She jumps to her feet, her palms pressed against her cheeks. “I can’t,” she says, her eyes wild. “What was I thinking? Oh my God, I need to get out of here.”

  She rushes out of my office. I stare after her retreating back. “Well, that went well,” Ben mutters. “Now I get to go and yell at Amy. What a fucking day.”

  3

  Mia:

  Shrinks are not supposed to be this good looking. They’re supposed to be pudgy and balding, not smoking hot.

  Dr. Landon West and Dr. Benjamin Long clearly didn’t get that memo.

  Holy smokes. I think I almost had a heart attack when they walked into the office. When Dr. Long told me to lie back on the couch, I was seconds from coming. Listening to his deep voice, looking into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling his warm smile wash over me… shit. Even now, thinking about him makes me ache between my legs.

  Then there’s Dr. West. Dark hair, stubble covering his face, wide shoulders, and if I’m not mistaken, I caught a hint of ink under his shirt sleeves. Landon’s a bad boy, through and through. He’s like catnip for a good girl like me.

  There was a wicked glint in Dr. West’s eyes when he looked at me at the end of the session as if what I said had sur
prised him. He’d been hard when he handed me the recording; I’d caught a glimpse of his cock tenting his slacks.

  They want to watch a stranger make me come.

  I gulp. When they’d said that to me, a pulse of pure lust had shot through my body, and I’d imagined them joining in. I’d imagined Ben’s big palm kneading my breasts. Landon’s strong arms pushing my knees apart and finding my pussy soaked.

  Then I’d come to my senses. Good girls don’t go to sex therapists. What was I even thinking? Dennis was right. I am a pervert.

  Speaking of which, it’s making me nervous that I can’t recollect what I told them. With shaking fingers, I turn on my laptop and plug in the USB key Landon gave me.

  Lie back on the couch.

  Hearing Dr. Long’s voice, my hand slips between my legs. I’m soaked. My panties are wet, my pussy slick with desire.

  What turns you on, Mia? What do you fantasize about?

  Landon West’s voice is deep. Silky smooth. I close my eyes and lean back on my futon. Spreading my thighs, I hone in on my clitoris, tracing small circles around the erect nub.

  Dennis was tentative, I hear myself say. Sometimes, I wanted him to take charge.

  My cheeks flame. I can’t believe I actually said that.

  Though I’m mortified, I’m still touching myself. I press down on my clit, harder than before. Closing my eyes, I imagine doing this in front of the two doctors. They wouldn’t be timid. They’d be forceful and dominant. They’d order me to spread my legs wider. They’d command me to get naked.

  In almost a trance, I slip my panties off. I pull my breasts out of my bra cups, and my thumb grazes at my nipples until they are hard with desire. I pinch them between my fingertips, groaning at the pleasurable pain that radiates from my breasts to the rest of my body.

  I want to be spanked, Hypnotized-Mia says. I want to be dragged over a man’s lap.

  Wait, what? I said that to them? No wonder they looked at me weirdly.

  I rub faster, my ass grinding into the futon, my fingers pulling at my nipples feverishly. My entire body tightens and clenches, and a familiar pressure fills me. No guy has ever been able to get me off, but I’m an expert at making myself come. I’ve had lots of practice. I can go from zero to sixty in less than five seconds. Ferrari has nothing on me.

  Sometimes, Nympho-Mia says softly, I even dream about more than one cock. One in my pussy, one in my ass. Taking me hard.

  That’s all it takes. I hear my deepest, darkest fantasies voiced aloud, and it’s enough to push me over the edge. My muscles quiver and spasm, and my body floods with pleasure.

  When I regain the ability to think, I feel awful. I’m no closer to finding a solution to my orgasm woes and worse, Dr. Long and Dr. West, two of the hottest men I’ve seen in a long time, probably think I’m a dirty slut.

  Benjamin:

  I’m not going to lie. I’m glad Mia ran out of our office.

  Landon and I have been working together for over a decade. I can honestly say that we’ve never, in that time, been attracted to a patient. It would be a huge violation of our professional ethics.

  But in that room, listening to Mia Gardner confess she fantasizes about a cock in her pussy and a cock in her ass, I almost blew my load. As did Landon.

  Thank heavens she’s not a client. I don’t think I could stand the idea of one of our surrogates touching Mia. I want to reserve that particular pleasure for myself.

  Okay, I’ll share with Landon. He is my best friend, after all. But no one else.

  Pushing my inappropriate thoughts of Mia Gardner out of my head, I walk to the small reception area. Amy’s sitting there, fiddling with her cell phone. “I need to talk to you,” I say bluntly. “Did you tell Doris Thorpe that Natalie works as a surrogate for us?”

  Her furtive expression gives her away. “I just asked Doris what she thought of Natalie’s new job,” she mumbles. “How was I to know that it was a secret?”

  Bullshit. Amy can try to spin this any which way she wants, but the truth is, she’s a gossip. She had no business discussing Natalie. The rules are pretty clear. “Let’s go over this again.” Fucking Landon is a softie with a heart of gold and Amy’s given him some sob story about how she’s been out of work for six months and how much she needs this job. Given her situation, you’d think she’d be a bit more discreet.

  “Speaking of which, I can’t believe Mia Gardner came to see you.” Her eyes are round with curiosity. “What’s wrong with her?”

  The thought of Mia being the subject of Amy’s gossip makes me see red. “None of your fucking business,” I snap.

  Her expression turns righteous. “You can’t talk to me like that,” she says sullenly.

  I inwardly berate myself for losing my temper. I pride myself on staying calm, no matter what the situation. Control is power. “Amy,” I say, glaring at my receptionist, “You outed Natalie to her family, and that’s unacceptable. You’ve repeatedly been warned about confidentiality. Consider this your last warning. If you can’t keep your mouth shut, I suggest you seek employment elsewhere.” Cool down, Ben. “Have I made myself clear?”

  She doesn’t meet my eyes. “Yes, Dr. Long.”

  Back in my office, I shake my head. I regret the day we hired Amy. She came highly recommended by the only other psychotherapist in town, Dr. George Bollington. But since then, I’ve learned that Bollington thinks that sex therapy is just another word for prostitution. And while Amy is familiar with insurance forms and the myriad other bits of paperwork that comes with running a doctor’s office, she’s a gossipy bitch who loves poking her nose in things that don’t concern her.

  God, I miss New York.

  Still, the move’s been good for Sophia. In Manhattan, Landon’s teenage sister had surrounded herself with a group of troublemakers and seemed intent on spending her time partying and doing drugs. In New Summit, away from bad influences, she’s settling down and finally paying attention to her schoolwork again. That’s worth any amount of bullshit.

  4

  Landon:

  Friday morning, Sophia and I are eating breakfast when she looks up. “Is it okay with you if I get a job after school?” she asks me.

  Well, this is a pleasant change.

  I’ve been Sophia’s guardian for the last four years since our parents died in a car crash. Our relationship has been rocky at times; Sophia was devastated when our parents were killed, and I had no idea how to parent a teenager. Things are slowly getting better.

  Sophia’s friends in New Summit all have part-time jobs. I guess she wants to be just like them. It’s a vast improvement over getting busted for underage drinking.

  “Where?” I ask my sister.

  “There’s a bar in the downtown area called the Merry Cockatoo,” Sophia says. “They’re hiring line cooks and servers.”

  “A bar?” I stiffen in disapproval. “I don’t think so, Sophia.”

  I brace myself for a tantrum. Sophia surprises me. “I thought you’d react that way,” she says, “but I won’t be working the floor. I want to be a line cook. Nina, the woman who owns the bar, has an amazing menu, and I want to become a chef.”

  “You do?” This is the first time Sophia’s expressed any interest in a career. “I didn’t know that.”

  She rolls her eyes. “Landon, I do most of the shopping around here. I do all of the cooking. You really haven’t noticed?”

  I grin at my sister’s irritated tone. “Okay, tell you what, I’ll check out this bar and talk to the owner. If it seems on the up and up, you can work there, okay?”

  “Yes.” She jumps to her feet and hugs me. “Thanks, Landon. Will you go tonight? Nina said she'd be at the Merry Cockatoo all night long.”

  “Sure.” Ben and I have been too busy setting up our practice to check out New Summit’s nightlife. Might as well rectify that tonight.

  Mia:

  The Merry Cockatoo is packed with people. Cassie and I fight through the crowd, trying to reach the bar. Nina T
empleton is behind the counter, helping her staff out by pouring beer. “Mia, Cassie,” she yells when she sees us. Nina has only one volume—loud. “It’s so great to see you.”

  “And you,” Cassie shouts back. “You’re busy tonight.”

  Nina gives us a thumbs-up. “I know, I love it. I’m hiring again. You ladies know someone who’s looking for a job?”

  We shake our heads. Without asking, Nina pours me a small taste of an IPA. “It just came in,” she says. “Nice, right?”

  I nod appreciatively, and the four guys standing next to us at the bar give me a strange look. “Chicks don’t normally drink beer,” one of them says. He’s wearing a t-shirt that says ‘Blink if you want me.' Classy.

  Nina pushes a pint of the beer in my direction. Cassie, who never met a craft beer she liked, opts for a glass of white wine. “Are you ready to mix and mingle?” she says to me, looking around the room with an assessing eye. “See anyone hot?”

  She says hot, and a mental image of Dr. Long and Dr. West flashes in front of my eyes. All week, I’ve been jilling off to that damn recording, and it’s only made me hornier. I’ve barely thought about Dennis. He’s tried to call me more than twenty times, but I’ve ignored every single one of his phone calls and texts. He’s a cheating douchebag, and I want nothing to do with him.

  “Not really.” The guys next to us have heard Cassie, and are giving us creepy looks. I grab my friend by the sleeve and inch her away from them, pulling us to a corner.

  “What gives?” Cassie asks me with a frown.

  “I was getting asshole vibes off those guys,” I tell her.

  She looks at them, and an expression of disgust fills her face as she reads the frat-boy slogans on their t-shirts. “FBI. Female Body Inspector. Seriously, if you want to get laid, why would you wear that idiotic shirt? I’m not sure what I’m more offended by, the sexism or the stupidity.”