Dallas was relaxing in bed, listening to the water running in the bathroom. He idly imagined Olivia in the shower, her beautiful body slick and shiny, rivulets of water running between her breasts. He groaned and his c**k hardened immediately.
God, you just came twenty minutes ago, man. Down, boy. Or maybe you should just go and join her.
Just then, in his jeans pocket, Dallas’ cell began to ring. He sat up quickly and answered.
“Mark?”
“You alone, Dallas?”
“Give me thirty seconds.” He grabbed his boxer shorts and jeans, went to his office and closed the door. “OK, go.”
“Sully just called from Castell’s apartment… he picked the lock, no problem, and Sully found one hell of a creepy stalker wall. Actually, a whole f*****g creepy stalker room.”
“What?”
“Yeah. Pictures of Liv, hundred
