Page 81 of A Billion Desires

If I were any kind of gentleman at all, I’d let her sleep.

Obviously, I wasn’t.

When I’d first met her, I knew there was something different about her.

The way thoughts of her invaded my mind every minute of the day and night, like an—obsession.

And now that she’d given me her real name—Eve—she’d stoked those flames so much higher.

Even though I’d just had her two hours ago, I wanted to kiss her awake again.

The need inside of me had grown to unprecedented heights, and I didn’t know what to do.

In the past, fucking a woman was the one way to get her out of my head.

But each time I slept with Eve, she dug deeper and deeper in.

Granted, I still had a few weeks left with her in my bed. That seemed like more than enough time to grow tired of someone.

To remove that constant, insatiable desire I had for her.

I bent my head down slightly and inhaled the light, vanilla scent in her hair.

Flowers and her heady musk mixed with mine—from our bodies pleasuring each other all night long.

And I wanted more.

First, I had to shower and check my phone. I’d left it in my jacket downstairs before I dragged Eve up to my bed.

I needed to check in and make sure everything was running smoothly.

It didn’t take long for things to go awry, and it was always best to catch things earlier instead of later.

I slipped my arm from under Eve’s head and carefully moved her off me as gently as possible. I didn’t want to wake her until I’d done what I needed to.

After I showered, I quietly grabbed some briefs from my drawer and slinked out the door. The stairs creaked under me as I walked downstairs.

When I turned and entered the dining room, I saw that my jacket and shirt had been hung on a chair. The table was cleared and polished to a shine.

I pulled my phone from the inside pocket and looked at the display.

Twenty missed calls.

Fuck.

“Everything all right, sir?” Langcaster’s voice sounded from the kitchen door. It was barely four-thirty in the morning and he was already up and ready for the day.

I peered in his direction and said, “Yes, just forgot my phone.”

He cleared his throat and smiled at me. “Did you have a good birthday?” His knowing gaze making me grin.

“It was definitely the best birthday I’ve had in a long time, Langcaster. Thank you,” I said, watching his smile grow.

“Very good,” he said before he nodded and ducked back into the kitchen.

I yawned and rubbed the back of my head while I dialed my phone.

“Finally,” the man on the other end responded.

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