Keira’s POV

I wore a thong for my next meeting with Clint, as promised. I was excited that therapy was more exciting than I initially thought, giving me something to look forward to. My fantasies about Clint filled my head even when I was in a class.

Today was the day I quenched the heat that had been burning in me for days. With his tongue, of course.

I was already parked in front of the clinic and checked the time on my wristwatch. I did not want to go in too early not to seem ...