The Billionaire's Healing by K Matthew Page A

assignment for the both of you. Every
time you go to bed together, I want you to change something—something
that exposes your body more to him.”
    I
cringed at the thought. As it was, I forced Garret to move around
blindly in the dark when we made love, and the places on my body that
I'd allow him to touch were limited.
    “ Like
what?” I asked, trying to keep the displeasure from my voice.
    “ Is
there a dimmer switch in the bedroom?”
    “ No,
but I can have one installed,” Garret said quickly.
    “ Good.
I want you to work with changing the light setting in the room each
time you have sex. Adjust it a little bit at a time so that the room
is brighter with each time that you're together.”
    “ Alright.”
He nodded enthusiastically.
    “ Also,
I want you to start letting him touch you, even if it makes you
uncomfortable,” Dr. Iserman's voice was stern again. “Take
things slow. Maybe one body part at a time.” She turned her
attention back to Garret. “And you should give her
encouragement. Tell her what you're feeling and why you want to touch
her.”
    When
were we going to get to his issues? I grumbled internally. This was
only our second group therapy session together, and I already felt
like they were all about me.
    “ Can
we talk about him now?” I blurted out.
    “ We
could, but most of his issues get covered in our one on one sessions.
Garret has made great progress. It's you that I'm worried about. Is
it true that he hasn't even been to your apartment yet?”
    Oh
God, not this too. “Yes,” I replied between gritted teeth.
    “ Why
hasn't he seen where you live yet?” Her straight forwardness
was unnerving. But I suppose that's what he paid her for.
    “ Because
it's kind of ghetto,” came my honest response.
    “ Then
why don't you move?”
    “ Because
my lease isn't up for another three months, and I'm not made of
money.” Rich assholes. They acted like everyone in the world
had a billion dollars to blow. Did they actually think I would stay
where I was at if I could afford to move? The session was quickly
making me grumpy.
    I
worried that I had touched a nerve with her, but she just stared at
me blankly. “Well, I'm sure Garret would like to see it
anyway.”
    “ Yes,
I would,” he agreed, and I felt my heart sink at the prospect
of having to show him my tiny little efficiency that faced a busy
highway.
    I
clammed up for the rest of the session, angry that it was all about
me and what I needed to fix to make our relationship better.
Apparently, his trust issues were resolved simply by taking me on as
a girlfriend and staying with me. It didn't quite seem fair. I was
never happier when she left and we were alone together.
    “ Well,
that was a productive session.” Garret stretched.
    “ Was
it?” I glared at him unintentionally.
    “ So,
do you want to start working on those exercises she gave us?” A
mischievous grin crossed his face as he threw his arms around me, and
I couldn't help but smile.
    Being
with Garret was a dream come true. He was smart, funny, sexy. I felt
horribly bad that I couldn't give him the type of sexual relationship
he deserved.
    “ Yeah,
let's get to work.” I looked over my shoulder to give him a
kiss.
    Garret
led me to the bedroom and backed me up until I was seated on the bed.
Enthusiastically, I lifted his t-shirt to grab his belt buckle. He
placed a hand on top of mine, stopping me before I could get to his
zipper.
    “ Get
naked for me first,” he suggested.
    “ Turn
off the light.”
    “ Why?”
    “ We're
supposed to be taking things slow, remember?” I giggled at him
as I lowered his zipper with one fell swoop.
    “ Patience
isn't one of my virtues,” Garret admitted.
    “ Well,
it's going to have to be if you want to be with me.” I reached
into his pants, rubbing against his flaccid cock.
    “ Some
things are worth waiting for.” He smiled down at me warmly
before pulling away to turn off the lights.
    I
began undressing before he even hit