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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jake

She shoved me off and ran for the bathroom. The door slammed shut, the lock clicked.

Christ.

I rolled to my back and smoothed a hand over my chest. I was still breathing hard. Waiting until my heart rate slowed, I lay there, needing to get myself under control. What the fuck had that just been? It wasn’t sex. That was for damn sure. It was more like a rutting. Like we were animals needing to breed, which fuck, fuck, fuck.

I had a day to grab our mark. One day. And we were here, fucking like animals. And even now, she was in that bathroom and my dick was stirring all over again.

I wanted another round. I wanted more than another round. I didn’t want to stop.

This was a problem.

I cursed, sitting up, and ran a hand over my face. I’d barely slept in a week. I couldn’t remember the last time I had an actual meal, and we had tonight to do this, but I looked down at my cock.

Hard.

Fuck’s sake.

And ... Was that crying I heard?