Love Addicts Anonymous: Part One by J. C. Reed & Jackie Steele

Author:J. C. Reed & Jackie Steele
Language: eng
Format: epub

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Kaiden

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Thinking back, our little conversation was kind of hot.

And she even encouraged me to finish up. At least in my mind she did when she gave me ten minutes.

Maybe I should listen to her and finish what I started.

My hand travels south, and I exhale a sharp breath in surprise. I’m still completely hard. Our little confrontation has turned me on. My grip tightens around my cock, but I can’t bring myself to resume the action.

I’m so close to my goal—too close.

One more conquest, and my 365-day non-stop sex calendar is complete.

The truth hits me like a train.

Damn.

Why am I stuck with a sexy nutcase as my roommate? The rules are clear: all other patients are completely off-limits.

I even had to sign a damn admissions sheet that I’d abide by those rules.

Talk about callous and unfair.

But what if she hasn’t signed hers yet?

The rules would be broken by only one of the parties involved in the tryst, so it would be a “glass half-full/half-empty” kind of situation.

It’s a possibility, far-fetched, wild, and forbidden, but I decide I like it. Therapy is supposed to start tomorrow. What’s one broken rule before treatment has started? You can’t break something that she hasn’t agreed to yet.

They would understand.

We’ve already been labeled as addicts so we’re not here for the free coffee, right? We’re here to get help. I bet they even expect us to have a relapse or two along the way to recovery.

I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts that I barely register the footsteps thudding down the hallway.

The knock on my door startles me.

“Jesus. How long does it take you to get done?” she mutters, probably thinking I can’t hear her through the closed door.

More knocking, louder this time.

Good grief.

Is she trying to break down the door?

“Why the fuck can’t you just give me a few moments?” I yell, trying to sound angry, but I can’t help the amusement creeping into my voice.

“Your ten minutes are over.”

I groan, more out of desperation than out of frustration. “Another minute.”

“Don’t keep me waiting.”

Bossy much?

The steps retreat.

I smile and jump up from the bed.

This is going to be interesting.

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