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Of course, she wasn’t alone anymore.

She had me. She just didn’t know it yet.

I was anxious to find her. To tell her. To let her know in no unspeakable terms that she was mine now. But first, I needed a shower.

Then, I’d go hunting. And when I found her, I was going to show her exactly who she belonged to.

CHAPTER ELEVEN-CAMRYN

After washing the sweats I borrowed from Shadow Man,er, make that Tommy, I was stuck on how to get them back to him.

It was one thing to indulge in a forbidden fantasy in the heat of the moment during one of the most celebrated holidays in the country. I mean last night was, it was incredible.

My every fantasy come true. Tommy was,well, he was amazing.

So careful with my body. So thorough in introducing me to carnal delights. A little heavy petting, and using a vibrator, were all parts of my sexual journey.

But last night was a total awakening. An induction.

It was sublime. But facing what I’d done in the bright light of day wasn’t exactly a walk in the park.

Okay, so I started my day by waking up with a naked, hard, and absolutely fucking gorgeous stranger.

Yes, stranger, because the handsome as fuck face taking up more than half of my pillow did not belong to anyone I knew.

Okay, it was his pillow, but still. I’d been using it at the time.

Of course, rationally, I knew he had a face beneath his Shadow Man mask, and yes, technically, his body could rival any professional athlete’s physique.

But I still didn’t expect him to bethatgood-looking. But he was.

Tommy was hot.

Like super hot.

Way out of my league hot.

And I felt it keenly as I quietly slid out of his enormous bed in a thoroughly ungracious move that almost ended with me face-planting on his beautifully polished wood floors.

My clothes had been torn. I had nothing to wear. So yeah, my next big adventure involved creeping into the hall, butt out, boobs flapping in the breeze, to find some clothes.

Lucky for me, I’d spied a gym bag by the laundry room, and everything inside was clean.

So, decked out in his sweats and sandals, I managed to sneak out of his incredibly secure home. Thank fuck I’d watched him key in his alarm code last night.

Heart pounding, I vaulted inside the Uber I’d called and made it home before my first conference call of the day.

“Sweetie, are you sure you’re okay?”Natalie asked.

She was my favorite client. An indie author who hit it big under the pen name N. Leo, Natalie was an absolute gem. And her writing was topnotch.

“I’m good, Nat. Thanks,” I said, waving at her husband who was on his way out the door.

“Bye ladies, enjoy your chat. I’ll see you later, Baby,”he told his wife, and I turned my head to give them some privacy.

I was always amazed at the way her husband, business mogul Bron Beckett, was completely into PDAs.

That man was forever doting on his wife. Gifting her kisses and hugs, or just claiming her hand when they were out. Like he couldn’t stop touching her.

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