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After that exchange in his office, a knot has formed in my core and my body aches for his touch.
“To the point, you can’t walk for a week,” his words filter through my mind.
Every last fantasy I have had about that chiseled Greek god plays on a loop as I step into the shower in the bedroom.
I don’t think he’ll mind finding me in here. In fact, I can’t wait until he does find me. I want him to claim me, to mark me. Sure, I could come right out and say it, but with all the s****l tension that is building up between us, why not make him work for it?
I tip my head back, and let the warm water consume me as I let out a giant exhale. I think back to the other night with Tate. How that seemed like a lifetime ago. I’d let my first time be nothing special but a hot and heavy hookup outsid
