"You're a what?" Devin's full pink lips frowned as she eyed the man that only stood 3 feet away from her. "A sex therapist. Now please fix your expression, Miss Rodriguez." His creamy baritone responded agitatedly as she shook her head from side to side. "I need therapy, sir. Not any f*cking d*ck." She growled, attempting to make a full exit out of the office, but not before she felt his large strong hands cup her small tiny wrists. He spun her around gracefully, his head dropping down the space between their heads as his husky YSL cologne overtook her nostrils. "On the contrary, C'est une belle." He muttered against her skin, the language of love rolling of his tongue as he smirked. She almost practically collapsed in his arms and he knew that he had her. "Maybe a much needed orgasm could be the solution to all your problems." ©Copyright KeKe Biddle 2014 All Rights Reserved.