Toxic (The Therapist #4) - W.S. Greer Page 0,1

I rub my palms on my face anyway, wiping away anything around my mouth and eyes I might not want there, before releasing a deep breath. It has been three months, but I still feel nervous in all of the moments leading up to seeing Evelyn. I’m not sure what that means, but I know it feels good.

“Thanks again, Dr. Monroe,” a woman’s voice says from behind the door just before it opens, revealing a tall brunette in thick gray sweats and a baggy black shirt so big the woman could hide in it and never be found. Behind her is Evelyn. My Evelyn.

“My pleasure, Janae,” Evelyn says to the woman. “Take it easy this week, okay? I’ll see you soon. Have a good evening.”

The skinny brunette named Janae, reaches up and shakes Evelyn’s hand like they’ve just completed a business deal, before turning on her heel to walk away. As she spins around, she spots me standing in front of the door and is startled a bit.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I tell her with a laugh I hope calms her nerves. “I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Mm, it’s no problem,” she says to me with a playful smile of her own, her emotions switching gears from how she sounded earlier. “No problem at all.”

The woman keeps the smile plastered on her face as she starts walking down the narrow hallway, and I can see she’s being flirty, but it’s the woman standing in the doorway who has my full attention.

I turn to face Evelyn, and marvel at how stunning she is. Her red hair is flowing down her back while her blue eyes shine like the ocean reflecting the moon on a cloudless night. Her lips are coated in gloss that draws my eyes to them, and the smile she unleashes makes my knees weak. I let my eyes roam over her luscious body, wrapped in a navy blue dress that flows past her knees and looks as though it was made specifically for her. Dr. Evelyn Monroe is fucking gorgeous, and I smile like a child on his birthday, because she’s mine.

“Good evening, Dr. Colson,” she says, smiling at me. I can see the eagerness on her face as clear as her perfectly applied makeup.

“Good evening, Dr. Monroe,” I answer. “May I come in?”

Evelyn bites her bottom lip and it sends me reeling. “You better, because I need your hands on me right now.” My heart rate accelerates and my body temperature skyrockets just from looking at her. This is the fire she sets within me.

When I step over the threshold, Evelyn slams the door shut behind me, and the two of us fall into each other, igniting the entire room.

Chapter 2

~ MALCOLM ~

“I missed you,” Evelyn growls as she grabs a hold of my shirt and pulls me into her. Our mouths connect and our tongues go to work. She licks mine, I suck hers. In zero seconds flat, we’re all over each other.

My hands roam over Evelyn’s body, grabbing and squeezing every part of her. She feels so good beneath my grasp, and the hunger in me wants to devour her, especially when she moans in the way only she can. When I hear her, it sends a jolt of desire up my spine, and I want nothing more than to be inside of her.

“Jesus fucking Christ, why do you look so good?” I ask as I push Evelyn backwards. Our mouths stay glued together as she takes baby steps toward her desk. Once we reach it, I position myself between her legs and force her to lean against the wood. “We have dinner reservations in half an hour, and you open the door looking like this? What am I supposed to do with you?”

Evelyn leans forward and licks my neck before grazing my flesh with her teeth. “Well, Dr. Colson, it’s a twenty minute drive to the restaurant, so I suggest you do what you want as fast as you can.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want me to do.”

Evelyn smiles like a child who has just gotten her way. She sits on the desk and reaches down past her knees, pulling her dress up inch by inch until I can see the sexy white lace of her panties.

“I like when you give me control, Dr. Colson,” she says with a devilish grin.

“I don't mind every now and then,” I reply, dropping to my knees, because I know exactly what Evelyn wants. I just want to hear