Richard POV
Flying to Chicago was a good idea…or so I thought at first.
I sat at the desk with my laptop open, the business proposals spread across the surface and couldn't focus on a single f*****g word.
It had been three days since I'd left Isadora trembling and denied in her driveway and I couldn't stop thinking about her.
This business meeting was important since it was about a merger I was negotiating but everything I did here felt like torture.
All I could think about was her.
The way she'd begged. The way her p***y had clenched around my c**k. The way she had sobbed when I denied her for the seventh time.
The way she'd looked at me with those desperate, pleading eyes when I'd left her aching and unfulfilled.
I shifted in my chair, my c**k already hardening at the memory.
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