Lieutenant’s Possession (Brothers in Blue #4) by K. Langston
The Lieutenant’s Possession (Brothers in Blue #4)
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Memphis Police Lieutenant Asher Cunningham is one of the best. Respected among his peers, he’s well known for his discipline, assertiveness, and remarkable intuition.
He’s also a sex addict.
A secret he’s kept hidden until he finally decides to seek the help of renowned psychiatrist Dr. Marley Bennett. There’s something intriguing about his new therapist that makes him want to confess all of his deepest, darkest desires without the fear of being judged. But it’s the flush coloring her cheeks and those sensible skirts she wears that really tests his control. Pushing her limits becomes his new obsession, and he quickly learns that the good doctor has secrets of her own.
He’s her patient.
She’s not supposed to be attracted to him. She’s not supposed to want him to possess her in all the ways he promises he can. But from the moment he steps into her office, the tattooed cop has her feeling things she shouldn’t. With every commanding word and deliberate touch, he tears down her walls one by one. And with every layer he peels back, Marley realizes she needs him more than she could have ever imagined.
🔥🔥🔥 Review by TashaM 🔥🔥🔥
Holy Pokey Poop lol. Asher is amazing. He stole the show for me. Ms Langston has done it yet again. Fuck I love this brothers series she gives us.
This book is about Asher. As we know from previous books he has an addiction and when he seeks help that’s when his whole world changes.
Marley is a single mum to the most adorable little girl. These two are so perfect and just what the doctor ordered for Asher.
Marley’s ex is a real shit piece of work. Asher sets him real straight and until Karma the Bitch shows Her Ex how she works.
This book packs a punch even though it’s a novella it’s still Amazing. Has everything we love from a longer story that is a promise.
Marley and Asher’s chemistry will set your body on fire. These two are hot and kinky. You may need a clean panty once you done reading this story.
I pour myself a tall glass of wine and draw a bath, turning it to the hottest setting I can stand, hoping it will help me expel some of the tension coiling in my body. The cupcake bath bomb works wonders too as I ease down into the water, muscles soaking up the heat as the sweet aroma engulfs me. I close my eyes in an effort to clear my mind and take a long sip of wine, not at all looking forward to another weekend alone. But then my thoughts drift to the man who has dominated all of my secret thoughts. This is the only time I allow myself to think of him, when I’m all alone.
Placing my wine glass on the edge of the tub, I rub my hands up and down my body, allowing myself to chase the fantasy once more. I tell myself it’s the last time. The last time I’ll bring myself to orgasm thinking of his tattooed hands roaming my body, but I know that’s a lie.
My phone vibrates from the counter, tearing me from my dark journey.
Lifting up from the tub, I quickly wrap a towel around my body and dry my hands before grabbing my phone and swiping to answer the unfamiliar number.
The husky voice cools my warmed blood and the muscles I just loosened go tense.
The sound of his voice clearing echoes down the line, his voice growing gruffer. “You said I could call.”
His deep chuckle has warmth settling deep in my belly. “I was afraid you’d forgotten about me.”
Not hardly. Asher Cunningham is not a man I can easily forget.
“I’m surprised to hear from you. I left messages but you never returned my calls.”
“Sorry about that. I had to take care of some things with my family out of town.”
“Is everything okay?”
“For the most part.” There’s some hesitation in his reply. “I was hoping I could see you next week. Monday preferably. The sooner the better.”
His voice sounds different. Lighter but still with an edge that has a shiver shooting down my spine, but I ignore the feeling and say, “I’ll have to look at my schedule but I’m sure I can squeeze you in. I’ll give you a call on Monday morning and we can go from there. Will that be okay?”
I look at my phone and see the call is still connected and then put it to my ear once more. “Asher, are you still there?”
“I’m curious,” he says, his voice warm and husky, “do you give all your patients your personal number?”
My mouth goes completely dry as I shift on my feet. “Well, um, no. Not usually.”
“Then why me?”
That is a damn good question. Over the last two weeks I’ve asked myself the same thing but I haven’t been able to come up with a rational answer. I acted on impulse, which is not like me at all. But I could tell Asher wasn’t the kind of man who would easily confess his sins to just anyone, and for whatever reason, I needed to be that someone.
“Because I want to help you.”
“I would think that’s a standard reply, Doc. Now the truth.”
From the moment he walked into my office, my body seemed to take on a life of its own. I’ve never had that kind of reaction to a patient before. There’s something about him that pulls at a dark place deep inside of me. I can’t explain it. Giving him my personal number was completely irresponsible and reckless but I couldn’t stop myself.
Maybe it’s because, hidden behind all of those tattoos and cocky arrogance, I can see the pain he hides. And I’m desperate to find out what it is that caused that pain and what caused him to become so emotionally detached. I want to peel the layers and find out who this man really is.
When he confessed his urge to bend me over my desk, I thought I would incinerate right there on the spot. I did everything I could not to let him know the effect he had on me but those perceptive eyes seemed to pierce my sturdy armor.
What is it about him that has me so worked up?
Is it his dark navy blue eyes?
Stripping me bare with his gaze alone. Is it his commanding presence? Or perhaps it’s the colorful tattoos covering each of his arms and the one peeking out from the collar of his uniform that make him look so dangerous.
“Have you been thinking about me?” he asks, breaking the silence.
“You’re my patient, Asher. Of course I’ve been concerned about you.”
He grunts at my reply. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”
“Lieutenant,” I warn.
I’m way out of my element here. In my office I can control the conversation but here it feels too intimate. Too much.
Giving him my personal number was a huge mistake.
“I’ve been able to resist the urge to fuck every warm body I’ve been tempted by since the day I left your office.”
“And why do you think that is?”
“Because I’ve been fucking my hand nonstop thinking about you. Every goddamn second of the day, all I can think about is you tap, tap, tapping that notepad with your pencil. How your small fingers clenched the fragile wood when I told you I wanted to bend you over that desk. The shift of your legs up and down and up and down. The way your teeth scraped along your bottom lip. The slender curve of your neck and how badly I want to taste it.”
I remain silent because every ounce of blood pumping through my veins is on fire. My clit throbs between my legs, reminding me how long it’s been since I’ve had a man there. I’m afraid to speak for fear he’ll hear the desire in my voice.
“I can hear you breathing, Doc. The staccato has me hard as iron.”
“Where are you right now?” I ask, needing to steer this conversation in another direction.
“In my office at work. Why?”
“Are you alone?”
I can practically hear the grin in his voice. “Yes.”
“Do you have a pen and paper nearby?”
“Ready when you are, Doc.”
“I want you to write down three things you like to do besides having sex.”
“So I can’t write how badly I want to shove my cock inside of you? Because I think it’s something I would really like to do.”
This man’s mouth should be labeled a weapon of mass destruction.
Instead of acknowledging his advances, I redirect. “The point of this exercise is to get to know and understand who you are without sex.”
He exhales a defeated breath. “That sounds scary as fuck.”
I laugh, my shoulders relaxing that he’s allowing me to steer us in a more positive direction. “It can be. Rediscovering who you are won’t be easy, Asher, but it’s possible, if this is what you really want. I can help you do that. You want to get better, right?”
“More than anything.”
I can tell by the way he says it that he means it. He wants to get better, but something is still holding him back.
“Then I will help you but I need you to try, too. I know you can do it.”
He chuckles. “You sure do have a lot of faith in me, Doc.”
“It will be a challenge for you, I’m sure. Old habits are hard to break.”
“And they don’t die easy.”
“I’ll call you first thing Monday morning to let you know a time, okay?”
“Goodnight, Lieutenant Cunningham.”
I slide my phone back on the counter with a trembling hand then glance up at my reflection in the mirror, noting my flushed cheeks and racing heart. I’ve never had a patient affect me this way, and the scary part is, I can’t decide if that is a good or bad thing.
When I arrive home later that night, my heart is not prepared for the sight I’m met with. The sound of Lyla’s favorite movie playing on the TV. No doubt it’s been on repeat since they arrived home. A pizza delivery box is on the counter with two plates of half eaten slices still sitting on the table.
With a smile, I set down my things and walk farther into the living room to get a better look at Asher lying on the couch with Lyla tucked in next him. A plastic tiara rests haphazardly on top of his head, a sparkly boa wrapped around his neck, and his short nails are painted a stunning shade of hot pink.
I snicker, my chest expanding then cinching tight at the sight of them together like this.
His eyes fix on mine and he’s not the least bit embarrassed or put out at all. He looks almost…
I want to capture this moment forever. Memorize every angle and line of his stubbly face but it’s when he gives me that lazy, warm smile that I nearly melt on the spot.
“Hey,” he greets, his deep voice gravely from sleep.
“Hey.” I nod toward my sleeping beauty, wearing her full-on princess regalia, dress, crown, shoes and all. “How’d it go?”
I had been a little worried about whether he would be able to handle her on his own. Lord knows she can be a handful, but I needn’t worry at all it seems. Because there’s absolutely nothing this man can’t handle, including my tenacious four-year-old little girl.
He looks down at her, his eyes full of adoration. “We had the best time.” His eyes return to mine. “But Princess Lyla can be bossy, yeah?”
I laugh. “Guess I should have warned you about that.”
I walk around the couch, bending down to gently scoop her up in my arms, trying not to wake her, but her big green eyes pop open anyway.
“Mommy,” she murmurs.
I kiss the top of her head. “Did you two have fun?”
She nods against my chest.
“I’m just going to go tuck her in right quick.”
“Can Asher tuck me in, too?”
My throat tightens. “Of course.”
Asher smiles, getting up from the couch and placing his tiara on the coffee table before following us into her bedroom. He pulls back the covers while I lay her down in the bed, slipping off her shoes and dropping them to the floor, but I leave the princess dress on because we should all be able to sleep in a princess dress at least a few times in our lives. I tuck the comforter in around her, making sure to keep her arms free just the way she likes it, then I lean down and kiss both of her cheeks like I do every night. “Sweet dreams, my Lyla Jo.”
“Sweet dreams, Mommy,” she replies, squeezing my neck tight.
Asher kneels down on the other side of her bed. Her tiny hands framing his masculine face. “Will you come back and play with me tomorrow so we can build the fort?”
Asher’s eyes shift up to mine, seeking permission. I nod my approval. How could I say no to either one of them?
He returns his gaze to Lyla, giving her a warm smile. “I promise.”
After kissing both of her cheeks, he stands. “Sweet dreams, Princess Lyla,” he says, tapping her small nose with the tip of his finger.
Lyla yawns, her eyes drifting shut as she flips to her side, tucking her hands beneath her chin. “Sweet dreams, Princess Ashland.”
I smirk at him as I shut off the light, leaving her door cracked a little.
“Princess Ashland, I like that,” I say once we’re out in the hall.
One hand grasps my waist, making me spin around to face him, my hands landing on his solid chest. He slowly walks me into the wall, angling his face to mine. I can feel his warm breath on my skin and I suck in a sharp breath at the look in his eyes. The look that tells me he’s just as surprised by all of this as I am. By how much we want each other. By how right it feels.
And how fast it’s all happening.
His lips touch mine.
The possessiveness I’ve grown to crave seeping all the way down to my bones. I sag against him, my hands reaching up to clutch the back of his neck while his hold my head in place, his mouth devouring mine as if he can’t get enough.
And neither can I.
I think that’s what scares me the most. How much I want this with him. And how much I’m willing to risk in order to get it. But I’ve never felt this way before. Not ever. Not this deep sinking feeling I get every time I think about not seeing him again. Or what I would do if he suddenly got bored and found himself with someone else.
The thought is devastating to even think about. Especially with the way we started out. What woman in her right mind would trust this?
But I can’t resist him or the way he makes me feel.
“I don’t date my patients,” she retorts quickly, shifting in her seat once more. I love how much I affect her.
“Didn’t say anything about dating,” I say.
“I don’t sleep with them either.”
I chuckle. “We definitely wouldn’t be sleeping.”
She swallows thickly, cheeks flushing with heat.
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?”
Now she’s licking her lips again.
“Thinking about what?” she asks, sheepishly.
I love how shy she gets around me. How vulnerable she is without even knowing it.
“Me fucking you. My hands on your skin. Hot breath in your ear while I fuck that tight little cunt.”
She shifts in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. “Stop,” she whispers, but it’s breathless, her voice trembling with need. “Remember when you told me it was wrong of you to kiss the officer at work? Well this is the same thing.”
“No, it’s not.”
This is nothing like what happened with Trina. Yes, I was attracted to her. Yes, I wanted to fuck her, but I haven’t even touched this woman yet and it feels like she’s already gotten beneath my skin. Desperation has a firm grip on my balls and they ache to know what it would feel like to make her scream my name just once.
“If I can’t fuck you with my cock then I’m gonna fuck you with words. Either way, I’m getting inside you.”