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The only item of clothing left in this room, other than the thong I’m wearing, is Jensen’s training shirt.

“That absolutebastard!” I curse under my breath.

But in truth, there’s a part of me that wants to laugh. And that pisses me off even more.

I’d rather show you my tits than wear your name again.

That’s right, Jensen. I really fucking would.

Yanking the bedroom door open, I take a huge risk of being spotted and march a few paces to his bedroom. Not bothering to knock, I burst through the door, my breasts on full display as he stands in the middle of the room wrapped in a fluffy white towel. He looks bewildered, rubbing the hair on the back of his head.

“Excuse me, please,” I say as his eyes bug out of his head, and I look down at myself. “What’s up, babe? Never seen a pair of tits before?”

I snatch up my suitcase and throw his shirt as he catches it against his chest and then brings it to his nose. “You didn’t wear it.”

“No. I’d rather show you my tits, remember.”

He walks a couple of paces toward me and hooks his fingers underneath his towel, letting it fall to the floor at our feet.

Our chests are only a few inches apart when, finally, his eyes drop to my body. He pins his lip between his teeth and shakes his head with a look of awe.

My entire body ignites, but I fully burst into flames when I, too, drop my gaze.

He’s hard as a rock, and the girth and length of this man is mind-blowing.

Holy. HELL. He would break me in two.

Reaching out, he takes the suitcase from my hand and drops it on the floor before twining our fingers together. With his other, he hooks a finger under my chin to bring my eyes back to his.

The next thing I feel is my hand resting on the top of his dick, and on instinct, I wrap my fingers around his shaft.

He closes his eyes as a rumble leaves his chest.

“I’m still pissed that you left me for other women,” I say, squeezing him tight in my grasp.

His head falls forward between his shoulders. “Good.” He looks at me once more, his brown eyes burning, his pupils blown. “You’ll ride my dick harder when I ultimately get you in my bed tonight.”

I pump him again and he groans. “I won’t be wasting any of my energy on you. You can do all of the work making it up to me.”

He still hasn’t touched me, but my body cries out for him to take his hand and swipe his fingers through my throbbing pussy.

Wrapping an arm around my waist, he presses me into him, my hand around his dick pinned between us. At first, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He just wears that shit-eating trademark grin. “We need to start you off steady. If you let me do what I want tonight, then I’ll be carrying you out of this place in the morning.”

“You know nothing about me and my limitations.”

He smirks. “Okay, since your hand is wrapped around my cock, and I’m desperate to bite down on those nipple piercings you have, let’s say this. One night.”

I glare at him, but he holds up his other hand. “Wait. Give me one night to show you what it’s like to be with me. To show you what you keep walking away from. I guarantee you’ll want more, and when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

Pre-cum leaks out the tip of his cock, and I swipe my thumb across the top. He winces with torturous pleasure.

“Tom was a nice guy, but unfortunately, that translated to the bedroom as well. And that’s not my scene. I don’t do emotional sex.” I put my thumb to my lips and taste him. His eyes hood at the sight. “Are you good with that?”

He brings his lips to my ear, twisting a lock of my hair around his forefinger. “No.” I go to pull away, but he pulls hard on a lock, keeping me in place. “I’m fucking great with it, Princess.”

Reaching down, he removes my hand from his dick and then rips the side of my thong apart with both hands, and it falls to the floor in pieces.

“You ruined my favorite thong. Asshole.”