Sin Sessions (Eleven Book 4) by Octavia Jensen

Author:Octavia Jensen [Jensen, Octavia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: CeliKetch Publishing
Published: 2022-10-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Find What You Love...

Ethan

Watching Cora walk out was torture. Knowing I was potentially days away from touching her again... from being able to give her the attention she craved, the devotion she deserved... it was almost fucking impossible to let her leave.

But once she did, I found myself in a predicament. Alone with my own thoughts in the office where I’d preached openness, honesty, communication, and trust above everything else, I had to face the fact that what I was doing didn’t jive with any of that.

It wasn’t open or honest, it didn’t build communication or trust. No, me wanting to kiss, lick, touch, and fuck every inch of Cora James was fucking sinful. It was wrong. It was... immoral.

“Fuck.”

I knew exactly what I needed to do, but that didn’t mean I was happy about it at all as I finished up my day and called Quentin from the very couch Cora usually sat in. “You busy?” I asked, the moment he answered. “And maybe more prudently, are you sober?”

“Has the semester started? If not, then I’m probably not sober,” he chuckled. “Not busy, though. What’s up? How’s Willow?” The voices in the background said otherwise, but I wasn’t in a place to care about the company he kept.

“As annoying as ever. Why didn’t you give her to Harrison?” I asked. “Briella loves her.”

“I would have, but they have kids. I don’t want some little mini-Harrison being mean to her. And she’s not annoying, she just wants attention. Give her some and she’ll be nice. Take it that’s not why you called, though?”

I frowned deeply and considered hanging up, but I needed to hear what he had to say — for better or worse. “I need you to be a future ethics professor right now, not a rock star. Can you do that?”

“Putting me to work early, huh? Yeah, I can do that. Give me a second.” I heard some ruffling around and muffled voices, but the second a door shut, my younger brother gave me his full attention. “Alright. Let’s do this. What happened?”

“We’re going to call her Belle for now. I can’t tell you her real name... yet, anyway. But Belle is a patient of mine. She specifically came in for sex therapy to help save a failing marriage, but we hit it off and her husband is a deadbeat.” I word-vomited after that, spilling my guts about the tension, the touches, her request for me to teach her BDSM, my little inappropriate trip to her work. The kiss that fucking altered me. I held nothing back — not the way she accidentally-on-purpose flashed me her panties, the way her thighs clenched, the little gasps she let out when I said something she liked. How fucking pliant she was when I kissed her, how she flat out told me she wanted more. I told him I’d agreed to our late-night arrangement and the secrecy I’d sworn her to, then took a deep breath. “So... I guess my question is.

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