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I’m soaked. Gasping.

I whimper.

It sounds like fear, because, in part, it is. But it’s aroused fear.

He only hears the fear, I think.

He releases me abruptly and steps back, dashing the back of his wrist across his mouth. “What I thought.”

And as silently and suddenly as he appeared…he’s gone, swagger-stalking into the shadows of the service corridor.

It takes me several minutes to gather myself. Remember who I am. Where I am. To catch my breath. To stop shaking.

My panties are soaked, and I know I’m going to have a new fantasy to play out with my vibrator, later.

God, he scares me…in an arousing kind of way.

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Goddammit.

Goddammit.

God fuckingdammit.

I kissed her.

I went and kissed the stupid, foolish, sexy, alluring, intoxicating, adorable, stubborn, ridiculous bitch.

My lips are on fire.

My whole body stings, tingles, shakes.

I could rip Mt. Everest out of the earth by its roots, right now.

My cock is so ramrod hard, it hurts to walk.

The feel of her lush, sweet curves pressed against my body is a fantasy I’ll never live down—even if it was for ten seconds, fully clothed. She’s all softness, all sweetness, all curve and woman. I coulda kissed her till we were both frantic, and I nearly did.

Fuck, I nearly yanked those tiny-ass fuckin’ shorts off that big juicy ass and fucked her straight through the wall. God, the way she whimpered, the way she gasped?

She’d have taken it. Taken me.

Bet she’d beg for more, too.

Problem is, I’d rip her straight in half. I’d fuck the tight wet sugar of her pussy like a mindless savage.

’Cause facts are, that’s what I am.

A dirty beast.

Filthy. Blood-stained.

And she’s…

Whatever the opposite ofmeis.