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“What!? You can’t be seri–”

“Oh, but I am. I can count on you to be a good girl, yes?”

“Yes,” I told him without even thinking.

“Good. We’re both going to drink a glass of water, then leave. You will then return to Syn tomorrow night at seven sharp. If you’re even a minute late, you won’t climax with me at all.”

And just like that, the night was over. Easton helped me right my dress and we returned to the now mostly empty bar to pick back up where we’d previously left off. The only thing different was that my tattered panties were no longer on me but in his pant’s pocket. We ended up staying long enough to drink two glasses of water each, filling the rest of the time with conversation, before we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.

Three

EASTON

I’d intended to go home and get some rest which had been something I’d not gotten much of while in Houston, but my dreams had been consumed with fantasies of Shelby. There was now a name to go with her face which already haunted my waking thoughts. Now, as I jacked myself off in the shower, I knew whose name to call out.

Over the years, I’d had several women, most of the one-night stand variety, and for no reason other than I could. My line of work kept me traveling from place to place so it was never even an option to think about settling down. I still had no desire to do that, but I did want to see Shelby and more than just later this evening. Something told me that a single night of being inside her would never be enough.

In a few short hours, I’d be able to answer not only confidently, but accurately as well. Until then... I groaned as I pumped my hand up and down my shaft. It felt like velvet on steel. I kept stroking myself, harder and faster until that familiar burn began, then shot up to the tip of my cock.

After my release exploded on my hand, I leaned back against the shower tiles content that I had gotten myself off. The last thing I needed was to stick my dick inside of her and come like some virginal teenage boy getting a premature orgasm. Those days had long come and gone for me.

I stayed in this spot for several more minutes before finishing my shower. I was yawning a bit by the time I exited the stall and towel dried off, but I had no time for sleep. Everything I was feeling could likely be attributed to lust and jet lag. I had a lot of things to take care of today, so going back to bed wasn’t even an option.

“I sure as hell don’t want to go back to an empty one.”

No, the next time I got in one, Shelby would be there with me. And just like that, I was hard once again. With no desire to take matters literally back into my own hands, I decided to blow off some steam in a different way. I reentered my bedroom, then threw on just a pair of gym shorts before leaving the room.

I walked from one end of my condo to the other, this side where I had the designer create a private gym for me to work out. If nothing else, the stretching would ease the aching in my sore muscles. Tonight was very important as it would be our first official one together. Yesterday had simply been foreplay, or an appetizer. Later would be dinner and dessert rolled into one.

And I can’t wait to eat you!

The very thought of making her come on my tongue had me rethinking this current plan, too. I wouldn’t let the anticipation derail me, and after I pushed all thoughts of the redhead from my head, I ended up having a pretty good workout. I was more sore at the end than the beginning which was the sole intention. I was also second guessing my actions as well.

I left the makeshift gym, then ventured back into my bachelor pad. It was also designed by the same woman, and one who’d brought new meaning to hands on. She’d been just starting out in her field, and while she’d had a lot of great ideas, Jennie had also had a killer rack and curvy ass. I’d managed to keep things on a relatively professional level until the day she did the walkthrough of the newly designed place with me.

“And this view is spectacular. Have you ever seen anything better?” she’d asked me.

“No, but I’m sure that’ll change soon,” I’d replied, and managed to prove myself right two rooms later.

I’d fucked her on the large center island in the kitchen, against the floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom, and bent over my bathroom counter. I’d watched as she watched me fuck her tight ass. Jennie had been a dirty little toy, and while fun for a few dates, nothing ever transpired between us. Eventually, our jobs provided the needed distraction which allowed us both to cut off all contact with one another and never look back.

That had been three years ago, and I’d never once wondered what had happened to her in any of that time. Now, it was a slight question, but nothing I would dwell over. Jennie had been the last and only woman to cross the threshold into my sanctuary. Having a place like Syn had been a godsend in more ways than one. It’d allowed me to separate my normal and sexual lives which was paramount considering what I did for a living.

Working as an agent with the Drug Enforcement Agency, there were times when I’d have to go undercover. Sometimes, the jobs were easy enough such as the time I’d seized the Wilder assets, including the penthouse his daughter, Emery, had lived in. Oftentimes, however, I was tasked with research and surveillance like my last job. I had no idea what my next mission would entail, but I’d cross that bridge when I got to it. For now, I actually had other things to focus on, and this was when I allowed my wicked visions of Shelby to reenter my mind.

I’d no sooner sat down on the leather couch when my cell phone rang beside me. Knowing who this was from not only the ringtone, but the caller ID, I begrudgingly picked the phone up and swiped sideways.

“What is it, Warden?” I asked.

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Bob Satherby replied and I chuckled.

“You’ve told me a lot of things. One of those had been that you’d be back in contact with me in a few days. If my calculations are correct, a few would be–”

“It wouldn’t be the first time my math was off. I’m calling because I need you in Los Angeles by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Tomorrow!” This was the last thing I wanted to hear from my boss, and I suspected from my tone that he realized it.

“I’m sorry, Bradford. There’s been a string of overdoses among some of the political elite. They–”

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