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I didn’t know if Andres would listen, but I hoped, and as I dialed, I prayed.

Please, just listen.

CHAPTER THREE ANDRES

Two months passed since I’d been inside Ellie Maxwell’s hot as fuck body.

Two months of unreturned calls and texts.

Two months of wet dreams that left me feeling unrested and horny as fuck.

Two long ass motherfucking months.

Goddamn.

I was losing my mind.

I’d only just been promoted to a position in Volkov Industries that not only meant the head honchos trusted me, but that they depended on me. They relied on me to make their business better.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

I was just a guy from Hoboken who grew up with his mom and stepfather in a one bedroom apartment where I slept on the fucking couch until I went off to college.

My parents did the best they could. After my stepdad died, my mom had to work, scrubbing floors while I busted my ass at school, and waited tables to pay for it all.

After I made my first million dollars, I bought the building my mother lived in. With the next million, I renovated it exactly how she wanted. By the next million, I hired Sigma International to see to the security system.

For a long time, my mother was the most important woman in my life. And I thought she would be forever. Until now.

It was different, of course. I wasn’t Oedipus fucking Rex. Yes, I loved my mother. And I tried to be a good son to her.

But I was pretty goddamn certain I was one hundred percent head over fucking heels in love with Ellie Maxwell.

Ellie.

Sweet Ellie.

Why won’t you let me in?

I knew she’d been through some shit. I hacked into her private files over at St. E’s the first time I met her.

It wasn’t an easy job, but lucky for me, I got in before Meredith, that was Josef’s wife, Josef Aziz, who happened to own Sigma International Security and was now a controlling partner at Volkov Industries, had Sigma take over the whole system at St. E’s.

Getting in now would take more skill than I had, and I was pretty damn good. But goddamn, the shit I read about her. It made me seethe just thinking about it.

Yeah, I wanted to kill that piece of shit slimeball who put his hands on my woman.

I knew I shouldn’t think about her like that—as mine.

She hadn’t agreed. And I hadn’t really asked. But I knew what it felt like to have my dick buried inside her tight wet heat, and to me, that made her mine.

Jesus. Christ.

The moment I thought of her sweet cunt squeezing my cock, I went rock hard. I hissed a sigh, closed my eyes, and reached between my legs to push my ever-growing boner down.

Two fucking months of the worst blue balls I’ve ever had, and that was saying something.

I was a skinny kid with acne and no money. I didn’t get a lot of tail when I was a teenager. After high school though, well, that was another story.

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