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“Fuck,” I curse under my breath. “Please, come on.”

I can feel tears gathering in the corners of my eyes, and I blink them away as I keep moving my hips. My feet are flat on the bed, knees bent, giving me more leverage, but it’s still not enough.

I end up panting hard, my walls clenching around my fingers, which may as well not even be inside me for all they’re helping.

I need more. I need something deeper, harder. I need to be filled to the brim, until there’s no room for anything else other than the intense pleasure my body craves.

I feel so empty inside, and it twists inside me sharp as a knife. The heat won’t let up, and I can’t reach my pleasure, so I stop trying, turning the vibrator off and tossing it across the room in a huff.

Something about being so close but not there just makes my emotions tip into a fever pitch. My body feels like it’s going haywire, everything on the fritz. I want to cry. I want to get fucked. I want to scream.

The restlessness is under my skin, and there’s nothing I can do to sate it. Not on my own anyway.

It’s overwhelming, and it makes me feel like I’m drowning in all these feelings.

My phone ends up in my hand before I even register the thought to grab it. Dominic did tell me to call if I needed anything, and right now I am just one big ball of need. All there is inside me isneed.

This has to count.

I find his number and his call, curling up on my side in a ball as the agony of being unfulfilled lances through me.

The phone rings once, twice, three times.

Please answer. Please, please, please.

Chapter 27

Dominic

“So we’re going to be shifting around some of our man power,” I say, standing at the front of the room. “We have more clients who want to bring their businesses into the twenty first century finally, so we’re going to see a large shift of work for the cloud based side of things. We’ll be taking some other things off their plates so they can focus exclusively on that.”

The rest of the team is seated around the table, some of them nodding along, most of them taking notes as they listen to what I’m saying.

Tristan and Xavier are there too, seated toward the back in case their input is needed.

“Now,” I continue. “With that is going to mean an influx of people who need our security features even more. Think of trying to get your grandma to stop giving her password to everyone who asks for it. It’s going to be like that. But we’re going to do things in waves, so no one gets overwhelmed. Some clients are going to want it all at once, but they’re just going to have to?—”

I cut off when I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. It keeps buzzing, so it’s more than a text or an email notification, and I make a face, pulling it out.

I’m about to reject the call, when I realize it’s Penelope calling.

I told her to call if she needed anything, and usually she would ignore instructions like that and just suffer through it on her own, so if she’s calling me now, there has to actually be a problem.

“Excuse me for a second,” I tell the room at large and step over to one of the corners to take the call. “Penelope,” I say.

“Dominic,” she chokes out. “Thank fuck, oh my god?—”

She’s clearly distressed, and my chest tightens at the sound of her voice sounding so broken and unlike herself.

My eyes flick back to the team. “Get out,” I say, commanding and leaving no room for argument. “Now.”

People scramble to obey. Even without trying, I’ve put on the mantle of Alpha, and it radiates through the entire room. When I speak like this, no one in this office would dare stand up to me.

Well, almost no one. Xavier and Tristan haven’t left the room, and instead they get to their feet, coming closer. I barely spare them a glance as I go back to the phone call, putting it on speaker so they can hear.

“Dominic?” Penelope asks. “Are you still there?”

“I’m here,” I say. “What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

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