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It's so fucking good to finally feel Ava coming hard on my cock.

A carnival mask shields the top half of her face, but I can still see her glistening gray eyes. I draw a finger along her soft cheek, feeling the curve of her heart-shaped face. Her soft lips are parted in need. She looks so exposed and vulnerable. Every layer of her detective's cynicism stripped away.

Everything is stripped away.

Until she's mine for the taking.

A naked, raw nerve of a girl. Entirely, utterly perfect.

And when I come deep inside her, I think I must know how god himself feels—

"Doc? You okay?"

My patient Aaron's face materializes in front of me. Blue eyes, dark blond hair, an expression of observant suspicion.

I blink. The dream won't leave my head. It's been with me since last night. This image of Ava with my body on hers.

I smile. "I apologize, Aaron. Continue."

I try to focus while he speaks. Distracted by memories of a sex dream about a patient—Jesus. This is not the type of therapist I am. It never has been.

And the dream won't leave my mind. What'sworse:part of me doesn't want it to. I want to live within it.

The thing is, it feels so real. So vivid. More like a memory than a dream. Ava is occupying my thoughts like she's a ghost haunting the house she once lived in.

I want to run my tongue along the perfect folds of her pussy. Taste how badly her body is begging for me. Tell her she's a delicious little slut.

But I can't.

I can't show her my face.

So I watch her play with herself. My cock hardens even more—

Stop.

Still the mind.

Get this twisted dream of Ava out of your head and focus on the patient.

I know I should probably pass Ava on to another therapist. But something is stopping me.

I make it feel like a punishment. Maybe I am punishingher. For making me want her so badly that it feels like the universe is collapsing in on itself when I finally feel her pussy tight around my cock.

It's not just a punishment. I'm all about pleasure.

I fist Ava's jet-black hair, her delicate neck arching back toward me. My hipsslamminginto her.

I grip the pen I'm holding until my knuckles grow white. I glance at my notes as Aaron finishes his complaints about his malaise, and I try to advise him.

The sessionthankfullyends. Aaron leaves, casting one last oddly cold glance back at me before he closes the door. I push it out of my mind.

I call Henrik again, but there's no answer.

It's been a few days since I've heard from him. I remember going over to his home. I remember confessing my problems to him. He said he'd help me. We had begun to discuss it all…

But then, it all gets hazy.

What happened?

I'm about to hit the call button again when my phone vibrates. Captain Hawkins' name pops up on the screen.

Unease unravels in my stomach. Somehow, I already knowexactlywhathe'sgoing to say.

I hit the accept call button. "Hawkins."

"Dr Keller.I'm afraidwe're going to need somemore of your assistance."

I'm already grabbing my coat and walking outofthe door as he finishes his sentence.

"It's happened again."