Page 26 of Wild For You

Chapter Eight

Erin

Makingout with Cash Boyd was never part of the plan. I don’t know why I let him persuade me into doing it. In fact, I’m pretty sure he tricked me.

Groaning, I sink onto my bed and press a pillow against my face.

Let’s be honest.

No one forced me into doing it. It was my own free will. I even enjoyed myself way more than I should have, which is why I was wet.

Very wet.

I can’t believe the prick noticed it. I can’t believe he even licked my juices off his fingers. The mere thought of Cash’s tongue between my legs leaves me breathless with anticipation and want.

We were so close to doing way more than a little bit of tongue acrobatics. It took every ounce of my willpower to tear myself away from his hard body. The only thing that kept me from going all the way was the image of Cash’s father.

What would Trent think if I fucked his son?

How would I feel if I broke my own rules and engaged in bedsheet activities with my client?

Granted, he’s only half my client, given that he’s not paying me. But still.

Even if he’s not the one paying me, would it be enough to revoke my license as a therapist? Maybe not, but our patient-to-therapist relationship would be tarnished, and I would have to move back to Chicago. Return to my tiny apartment. To the rush and the excitement that comes with city life.

There would be another job. Another patient while Cash would disappear from my life.

My throat chokes up.

He’ll disappear anyway, which is exactly what I want.

Right?

The sooner, I’m gone, the better. While I might have enjoyed his touch way more than I should have, his motivations are clouded by his injury. He’s like every other patient in his age group who’s spending a little too much time with his female therapist.

Which is why I can’t let the lines blur, why I can’t let my own desire meddle with my job.

Cash is easily the hottest guy I’ve ever met, but he’s still my patient.

There is an attraction between us. No doubt about that. But I can see that this attraction’s been a little too much on my mind lately, it might just complicate my job to the point of rendering me unable to fulfill my duties.

He’s going to need more help than I can offer him if my mind’s clouded and we can’t keep a professional distance.

Prick or not, Cash’s recovery needs to remain my priority. Besides, I won’t let his father down.

Cash might think he has his life in working order, that just because he can partly walk, he’ll get back to his old self on his own. But he doesn’t realize that sooner or later, without therapy, his injuries will gain the upper hand.

His muscles will weaken, making him prone to more injury. Eventually, making a full recovery will become impossible.

I won’t let that happen.

Having made up my mind, I type a quick text message on my cell phone, ready to take the next step that’s best for him.

***

The phone flasheswith a photo of Ally’s grimacing face almost instantly. I take the video call on the second ring.

“You want me to dowhat?” Ally’s brown hair is in disarray, her gaze harried as usual, like she already has one foot headed out the door. We’ve been best friends for ages, even went to school together and walked down the same career path. But while I’m the one who’s devoted her entire life to my job, she has never seen it as her passion, which is why I can rely on her not to be too tied down to jump in for me at the last minute.

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