"You will beg Noa, I swear it." They were as close as possible without any physical contact. Titus' voice was a whisper as he bent to tell her in her ear, "I know you want me too, you want me inside you too, you want to kiss and lick and touch me too." Noa's breath caught in her throat, she turned her face away from him, "I asked you not to speak to me in that manner, I am your therapist-." "I do not have a therapist Noa, we haven't been in your office since that first time and the only place I'm interested in meeting you right now, is my bedroom. I want you in my bed, these pretty legs over my shoulders, and your screams filling my ears. Let me have you," he coerced. Noa's chest rose and fell in time with every word that left his filthy mouth. The sexually frustrated therapist shook her head back and forth. ~ Titus Maxwell, the billionaire bachelor of New York City, the man on the top of the Forbe's List, is seeking therapy. After making a deal with the devil, his father, he finds himself sitting across from one of the most beautiful women ever imagined. Noa Goodwright. The game: getting into her pants before she can get into his mind. Strategy: be relentless.All Rights Reserved
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