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My orgasm came forward far quicker than it should have. I blamed him for all the teasing he did prior to finally taking me the way I wanted. It was his fault I was going to blow my load two minutes in.

“Even if you come, T, I’m going to keep fucking you. I’m going to take and take and take from you until you’re nothing but a little fuck toy for me to use. You’re going to let me have my fill of you. I’ll only stop once I’m satisfied you’ve given me everything.”

It was like he came straight from every erotic dream I’d ever jacked off to. The man was sex and need and desire wrapped in a designer suit.

Except he’d ditched the suit.

And I’d never been more thankful.

True to his word, Chance fucked me for far longer than I thought he would. I came twice, a surprise for us both given I was a boneless mess pretty early on. There was nothing for me to do except lay back and take the pleasure he bestowed on me.

As I watched him, I wondered if this was what it felt like when people fell in love right away. This all-consuming infatuation and need to keep him close could be misinterpreted for love.

Or was this me just being dick drunk? A good fuck could manipulate the mind.

More than one partner had told me they loved me after I fucked them within an inch of their life. I wasn’t going to do that to Chance, but my mind was filled with the notion there could be more.

Except there couldn’t be.

We had one night. That’s it.

Anything past that would be a disaster for us both. Our lives weren’t meant to overlap.

Tomorrow morning, I’d wake up alone like I always did. And Chance would be off doing whatever his commitments led him to.

That’s the way it had to be.

CHAPTER 3

CHANCE

Present Day

If there wasone thing I hated most in this world, it was having dinner with my parents. The two of them were difficult on their best days. Absolute menaces on their worst.

I had a feeling, since I had been summoned via email, text message, and a voicemail when I didn't answer my father's call, that this was going to be one of the more trying times.

I pulled into the excessively long driveway of our family home and parked my vehicle. Said vehicle was another point of contention for my parents. I still drove the car that they gave me when I was sixteen.

It has had a few modifications since then, obviously, because a car doesn’t last over a decade these days without having some work done. I considered it to still be in great shape.

And while they wanted me to trade it in for the next newest shiny model, I couldn't bring myself to do it. There were too many memories in that vehicle. Too many late-night conversations and stolen kisses.

As I approached the door, it opened, and I was greeted by a smiling face. Roberta, my parents' maid and housekeeper, wasone of the few people who really knew me. She had a kind heart and always welcomed me home. She was one of the only reasons I enjoyed being here.

And even then, I still had to put up with watching her be degraded occasionally by my father, because she wasn't moving as fast as he wanted. It's kind of hard to do when you're approaching seventy-five, Dad.

I kept my comments to myself, though.

I swept Roberta into a big hug, spinning her around once before sitting her back down. I was careful since she had lost weight the older she'd gotten. Didn't want to break any bones or throw her off balance.

"It's good to see you, Mr. Sheppard," she said, with a wink.

I rolled my eyes playfully at her.

"You know to call me Chance. How is my favorite lady doing?"

I pressed a kiss to the top of her hand as she giggled as I hoped.

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