Chapter Eighteen
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When I woke up, I was alone and disoriented. For years I had awakened in strange hotel rooms around the globe and was only starting to get used to waking up in my new apartment. I shut my eyes and rolled over on my stomach, wondering if last night had been the sexiest f*****g dream I’d ever had. Then I smelled that scent, that woodsy, spicy scent that belonged to Griffin, and knew that I hadn’t dreamt it. My c**k thickened, remembering the passion from the prior evening, and I squeezed it and groaned into the pillow.
“More, damn it. I need you now, Griff.”
When I lifted my head, I felt a slight pounding, a sure sign I’d overindulged, but it had been totally worth every ounce of alcohol. I swung my feet onto the floor and then padded into the bathroom to piss. Af
