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“I bet it will be six before the end of the night,” she teased.

I scoffed. “And what makes you think that?”

She held up two fingers and snipped them together. Memories of her coming on my hand made me hiss through my teeth.

More soul-reviving laughter filled the night as she turned and sashayed toward the glass door of her building.

“Six, slick.Six,”she called over her shoulder.

I watched her cordial exchange with the security guard, and paused a fraction longer than necessary when she laughed at something he said.

“Fuck,” I hissed to myself. She was one hell of a woman.

Once she entered the elevator, without so much as a backward glance, I groaned under my breath. I was well out of my goddamn depth and didn’t know how the hell I was going to handle the situation.

It was nearing two AM by the time I got home, but I was still lit and buzzing.

Parking in the garage, the automatic double-door silently lowered into place and sealed me in darkness. Fuck Greer and her ability to bring me to my knees with a single look.

I lifted my fingers to my nose. Her scent was faint, but still recognizable, and it instantly had my cock hardening again for, yes, the sixth fucking time tonight!

I barely made it through the internal door that bridged the garage and the far end of my kitchen before I was tearing at my zipper. A long groan knotted in my throat when I finally fisted myself. Finally giving me the relief I so desperately needed.

Hand running up and down the length of my erection, I set a punishing rhythm that soon had me grunting with pleasure. It was Greer’s scent on my fingers that heightened the animalistic urges running rampant within me and pushed me to the brink in record time.

Coming hard into my hand, I stood with my head pressed against the wall, fighting to catch my breath.

Jesus fuck, I was officially a ruined man.

Chapter 23

-Raf-

I woke the next morning to a message pinging on my phone. Rolling onto my stomach, I reached for the bedside table.

Where did you get to last night?

I snorted and replied to Colton.Doing shit. And I have a bone to pick with you.

Three dots jumped while he typed.Have at it, then.

I decided to ring, because what I had to say wouldn’t be punchy enough over text.

Colton picked up immediately. “Mornin’,” he drawled, in a gritty voice.

“Couldn’t you have found someone who looked like the ass end of a fucking muskox or some shit?”

A punchy burst of laughter came through the phone. “She got you with her voodoo pussy, didn’t she?”

“Thefuckis a voodoo pussy, man?”

His laughter increased. I raked my fingers across my scalp. “Have you spoken with Greer today?”

Colton sobered. “Fuckin’ A, I have. She thought I was going to fire her. What the hell did you do?”

I scoffed. “Barely crossed some kind of bullshit line. Not that she complained at the time.”

“And?” Colton pressed.

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