Chapter 17. Sweet Honey Pot

Clint’s POV

“This session has come to an end,” I told her.

She perked up at that and clasped her palms on the table. Her cleavage pushed through her gown’s plunging neckline. “Would that be all, doctor?” She asked.

Where was the pensive Keira from a few moments ago? I wondered.

I dragged my gaze away from her breasts and fixed it on the wall behind her. “Yes.”

She shifted in her seat, and a knowing smile tugged at her lips. “Can I interest you in some extracurricular activity?” She winked at me and sucked seductively on her index finger.

My throat instantly went dry, and I gulped. I had noticed the sexual tension throughout the session, but decided not to give in. It was not in any way right for a therapist and his patient. There was so much I could lo