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She had me wrapped around her finger, and I wasn’t even in her life, just a flicker of a moment passing through. She was trying to find her happiness, and I knew that would never include me. I should be fine with that. I should be over this—her—by now. Yet, here I was, with a fucking boner in my shower across the country from her.

The image of her lips flashed in my mind as I let out a grunt.

Damn it all to hell, I needed a fucking release.

Without a second thought, I wrapped my fist around my shaft, jacking myself for a moment. My hand went up, wrapping around my sensitive head, causing my hips to flex. I put my hand on the tile wall, the water hitting my back as I bent my head, watching my hand, desperate to come at the thought of her.

Growling, I worked myself harder, picturing her on her knees for me, her breasts bare and waiting for my cum to paint them. I wanted to drown her in me, coat her so no other man would want her. I wanted my skin on her skin.

She was my fucking territory.

I wanted to mark her, to claim her.

“Fucking hell, Carrie,” I groaned, imagining her opening that pretty mouth for me.

My hand moved faster and faster as heat built at the base of my spine, my balls tightening. “That’s it. Keep that mouth open for me,” I praised, my voice rough. She did as I asked, like the good girl she was. Then, to drive me even madder, she brought her hands up, her fingers pinching her nipples.

“So fucking beautiful,” I growled, my hips moving now. “Driving me insane.”

I fucked my hand at a ruthless pace, wanted nothing more than to be buried inside her wherever I could be. Her mouth, her wet little cunt, or her tight little asshole, I didn’t care.

I wanted to use her, stretch every hole she had and make her mine.

“Please. Please, Grayson,” she begged in my fantasy, her blue eyes shining.

The sound of my name on her lips did me in. I barked out a curse as my release shot out of me, painting the shower wall instead of her gorgeous face. “Carrie, Carrie, Carrie,” I chanted through the pleasure, tilting my head back. “Take it all. Please, baby. Take it all,” I groaned, squeezing the last drop onto the wall.

When it was over, I rested my head on my forearm, my body coming down from the high.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” I whispered.

Chapter 13

Grayson

The phone rang in my ear as I stared out at the city of Charlotte, dark clouds looming over it. It was hurricane season, and Hurricane George was heading straight for North Carolina. It would hit the coast in two days, but by then, Red Snake Investigations would be in its secondary location.

“Grayson,” a deep voice greeted after the fourth ring.

“Mags,” I returned, my voice tight. “Sorry for not calling you back sooner.”

The cowboy chuckled. “Fuck, your boys were right.”

I tensed. “Excuse me?”

“You’re fucked up,” he continued, sounding amused.

My jaw tightened. “What did they tell you?”

“More than they probably should’ve,” he answered, seeming unbothered.

I bit out a curse under my breath.

“Relax,” he said. “They’re just worried about you.”

“And they run to you?” I quipped, turning around to face my desk.

“Considering I’m the only one who truly knows you, Grayson? Yeah, they ran to me.”

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