Lila Monroe started therapy to fix her broken heart.
She never expected the real healing to come from the man who was never supposed to touch her.

Her therapist’s husband, Damien Voss, is everything she should avoid - older, married, cold, and dangerously attractive. The first time he walks into the house while she is waiting for her session, the air turns electric. The second time, he finds her alone in the waiting room and f***s her against the wall before either of them can speak.

He bends her over the expensive desk, yanks her panties aside, and drives his thick c**k into her soaked p***y while she bites her lip to stay quiet. He spreads her open on the therapy couch and eats her out until she is shaking and dripping down his chin. He makes her ride him in the guest bedroom, gripping her hips and forcing her to take every brutal thrust while he tells her how wet she gets for a married man.

What starts as one forbidden f**k becomes an addiction.
Damien keeps showing up early.
He keeps locking the door.
He keeps bending Lila over, spreading her thighs, and f*****g her until she can barely walk out of the house.

She knows it is wrong.
She knows she is destroying everything.
But every time Damien pins her down, fills her, and makes her come harder than she ever has, Lila forgets every rule she was supposed to follow.

Because the only therapy that works is the one that leaves her dripping and ruined in her therapist’s bed.