I masturbated three times between our first and second session.

Once in the shower the morning after, water cascading over me while I imagined it was his hands. Once in my bed at 2 AM when I couldn't sleep, my vibrator pressed against my clit while I pictured him watching. And once in my car in the parking lot of his building, twenty minutes before our appointment, because I needed to take the edge off or I was going to do something stupid.

Like climb into his lap the second I walked through that door.

I'd spent the entire week thinking about him. About the way he'd looked at me—or...