“But he’d not only stood in his doorway, he’d followed and taken in their easy interchange in the area outside the front doors. The sight of her hugging the other man had remained burned into his brain, kept him from getting much sleep and agitated him even the next evening as he sat at his desk and pretended to work. Damn it, what was up with the way he could not stop thinking about her? Even after a hot shower when he got home and another one before he came into work he still smelled her on hi...s skin. As he sat at his desk, all he could remember was how she’d looked there on it while he’d been buried deep inside her. A physical ache lodged in his gut as he remembered the feel of her body, the sound of her responses, the taste of her pussy, the salt of her skin. Craving. He craved her. Tossing his pen down, he scrubbed his hands over his face. She drew his thoughts. Had done so since the moment he met her. Like the wisp of a voice here and there, always occupying part of his attention.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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