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"Open to me. Speak up to me. Tell me everything on your mind, Lara. Let it out, babe. I want to know every inch of your thoughts," he blurts out. I let out my breath slowly. It's hard. It will take times for me to be open again. I don't want to be hurt. "Take your time. I'll wait, babe."

You ever wanted something so much, but you know it's bad for you, so you try and you try not to want it, but that need for it only grows stronger? Well if you have, that's me right now. It sucks you know. Wanting something so badly. Wanting to give in so bad to the temptation. You tell yourself over and over and over again that it's bad for you. That you'll survive without it. But deep down, you know you can't. You know you won't. And it scares you to death. Because that thing you want so badly, will only hurt you in the end.

"Don't ever doubt my feelings for you, Butterfly. You're mine. I'm yours. That's final." I could feel his hot breath on me as he pushed me against the wall....

"I don't trust people Ryan you know this!" He looked at me with tears in his eyes, he never cries. "Princess, you can trust me please." He said with a soft voice and grabbed my hands and I looked up at him and a tear falls. "But-" "No princess, I know you don't believe me because of how many times i have said this to girls, but you are different, please." He wiped my tear off my cheek and kiss me softly.

Layla thought she left her past behind in New York . After a passionate summer fling in Greece with a stranger she couldn't forget, she tried to move on. But when tragedy strikes and her estranged father is found dead under suspicious circumstances, Layla is forced to return home-and face everything she ran from. What she doesn't expect is to find him again. James. The man who once made her feel alive... is now her therapist. As buried memories resurface and the truth about her father's life-and death-unravels, Layla finds herself torn between forbidden feelings and a growing suspicion that the people around her know more than they're saying. Including James. "My Therapist" is a forbidden, emotionally-charged romance filled with slow-burning tension, dangerous secrets, and heart-stopping twists that will leave you questioning everything. Rankings #1: #client [ Not edited.. ]

"Like I said... you want me." I stepped towards the door and looked back. I'll be leaving now, you know staying the hell away from you like you "wanted" ". I turned around and looked at him. He stalked towards me angrily. I placed my hand on his hard muscular chest. "Try to forget me now." I smirked deciding to mess him up further. "I'm soaking wet, and you made that happen." I trailed my hand down his chest and reached into my short and touch my soaking p***y and pulled it out. I waved my finger in front of his face showing his the evidence. He grabbed my hand, stopping my movement. He looked me dead in eyes and stuck my finger in his mouth; he closed his eyes sucking my finger clean. He slowly took my finger out, his jaw clinching. And what he said, hit me right to my aching core. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you all day and never get enough. Let me..fuck! So fucking delicious! I need more!" He dropped to his knees in front of me. Well shit just got real.

He wasn't letting go of my wrist. Maybe he was scared I would run away if he did. - "It's okay, you don't have to say anything Sean" I cut him off. "It's just... I didn't know you were gay" I said, slowering on the last part. I was still pretty shocked, to be honest. He let out a breath of relief. - "I'm not" He said, becoming his old confident self again. - "Well, you were with a guy" I answered in what sounded like a "duh" tone, joking a bit. - "Yeah I know, thanks" He answered in the same tone, his lips forming a half smile as he was joking a bit too. "Listen" He started, then sighed slitgthly. "I am bisexual" He finally let out.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

"When are you going to stop dreaming your life away and wake up! It won't work out! It never will." "I will never stop dreaming. You wanna know why? I fell in love with you. And I won't stop dreaming that we will be together. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. But someday. I'll wait for you." ----------------------------------------------- Sequel to "My next door neighbor." You can still understand this without reading MNDN, but it's recommended.

"He was mine and I loved him." "He broke up with me yet he wants me back." Seeing the guy you love with someone you're kinda close to is kinda heartbroken eh ? Well, it's time to move on.