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I pumped faster, my balls tightening, cock growing even harder as hot water flowed down my arm and flew from the motion.

“Me neither then,” I’d say, bending her over and pressing into her in one quick motion that made her cry out. She was so tight and wet, warm, squeezing against my girth. It was the best fucking feeling to move inside of her. I’d experienced it several times that weekend, and I fuckingthirstedfor more.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” I growled out loud, staring at her picture. “You make me lose all fucking control.”

I wanted to feel her ass slap against my thighs, sense the tightening of her pussy with her pending orgasm, hear the way she cried out when she came.

The thought had thick ropes of cum spurting from my cock and landing on the shower wall.

But the fantasy didn’t stop there.

I remembered her telling me she liked to cuddle after sex. Felt the soft tickle of her hair on my shoulder, reveled in the gentle touch of her fingertips over my chest and stomach as she felt my skin. Saw her smile up at me.

And I wished it could happen again.

I was so fucked.

I finished rinsing off and got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. My fingers itched to text Farrah, let her know how crazy she drove me. But I hooked my phone on the charger atop my dresser and changed into underwear and lounge pants.

Then I went to the kitchen and started making supper for one. At times like this, I really hated that my circle was so small. I had a contact list full of people, full of potential business partners and experts on various matters, but very few people that I could really confide in. And I didn't exactly want to tell my siblings what was going on because I already knew what they would say.

They would just tell me that I was being stupid—that if I met a girl I liked, I should date her and see where it goes.

That wasn't how life worked for me. When you made as much money as I did, when you had as much power as I did, people didn't want you for who you were. They wanted you for what you could do for them. And even though Farrah didn't really seem to be a gold digger, wasn't she only in my circle because we were working together? If we'd met on the street, and she didn't know that I was Gage Griffin, billionaire CEO, would she be interested? I would never know. And truthfully, neither would she.

So instead of calling my siblings to ask for advice I didn’t want, I texted them to see if they wanted to catch the Ropers game with me on Saturday to take my mind off Farrah. The team had a home game, and I had a box available. Usually, I used my seats for networking or gave them away to employees as gifts. But this time, I wanted to use them for myself.

Gage: I have a box for the Ropers game on Saturday. Anyone up for coming?

The microwave dinged, and I took my meal to the table, sitting and eating the steak, sweet potatoes, and corn with a beer from the fridge. I was almost through the food when the first text came through.

Tyler: Sorry, I have Mom and Dad coming over for supper that day. You're welcome to join us though.

I ignored the invitation. We both knew that I would not be going.

I got up, taking my plate to the sink and bringing my beer to the couch. I didn’t watch much TV, but I used the remote to searchInside Out. It was a children’s movie, and I pushed play.

Rhett: Sorry, I'm out of town practicing bull riding with a buddy in Texas. I’ll catch the next one though.

Liv: Looks like you're stuck with me?

I smiled at the phone.

Gage: The other two are missing out.

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Farrah

I’d never sent a photo like that in my life, but something about Gage encouraged me to explore new, exciting places. He made me feel sexy and free. Especially with all my beautiful new underwear now nestled safely in my top drawer. For a split second, I’d worried he wouldn’t like it, but his text response made me feel better.

Except I’d underestimated what it would be like to face him knowing he had a photo of me like that on his phone. I thought my face would melt from embarrassment when I went into the office Friday morning.

Before reaching the conference room door, I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath. We were both adults. Surely he’d gotten a nude before.

But when I walked inside, he took the two coffees from my hands and set them on the table before backing me up against the wall. His chest was pressed against mine, his nose against my cheek, as he roughly whispered, “Do you know what you did to me last night?”

My voice came out breathy. “What’s that?”