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“We’re colleagues,” I say through clenched teeth.

“Why don’t you just?—?”

“Jesus, kid.” I pull a fifty out of my wallet and slap it on the counter. “How’s that number looking now?”

The kid swipes the bill, takes a peek left and right, and then bends his head over the computer. “Mr. Castro is in room thirteen twenty-one.”

“Thanks.” I walk toward the elevator, the hairs on the back of my neck springing to life along with my dick.

Minutes later, I walk out of the elevator car on the thirteenth floor and turn right in the direction of Vince’s room.

Panic bubbles in my chest. Why am I doing this? It is a fucking colossally stupid idea.

Somehow, though, the whiskey vehemently disagrees and keeps my feet moving.

I stand in front of his door, my pulse rocketing into my throat.

I should go.

No, I should knock.

I tug at the back of my hair and stare at the ceiling.

Why the hell am I doing this?

Two knocks later, the door opens.

Vince answers, his eyes turbulent pools of hunger and yearning. His chest is bare and ripped, each cut of muscle taunting my lips and tongue and I want to taste every indentation.

Like a crashing lightning bolt, I suddenly know exactly why the hell I’m here and why the hell I’m doing this.

Taking control. Living my life on my terms. Going after what I want and not letting anything hold me back.

I take a step toward him and reach out to grip his arms. My fingertips dig into his thick, corded flesh, itching with need.

“I want you to fuck me, Vince. If you fuck me and don’t have any feelings for me at all, I’ll leave you alone. I won’t bother you again. Just give me one night.”

Chapter 24

Vince

One night.

My dick practically leaks just from hearing those words.

One night to lose myself in this man, to give in to all the X-rated fantasies he’s inspired since the day we met, to finally experience what it could feel like to be who I really am.

But the nagging as fuck voice in the back of my mind taunts me with questions I’m afraid to answer.

How much will you have to give up in exchange for the experience?

Is it worth what you might lose?

I clench my fists, but dammit, my fingers still tingle with forbidden longing. They want to trace that powerful jawline, graze those full lips, and lose themselves in Gabe’s thick, dark hair.

Fighting these feelings is futile. The guy has turned me inside out and upside down. A sudden rush of emotion threatens to bludgeon me, but it’s time to say screw it and take the risk I’ve been too much of a pussy to handle until now.

My pulse throbs against my neck, blood rushes between my ears, drowning out the internal battle waging in my mind. And then Gabe’s half-hooded gaze melts away every lingering doubt about what my life may become when I take the next step.

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