Chapter Thirty-four
He casually looked down the corridor and punched the
elevator button. His libido in overdrive, he caressed himself through his
pocket. He had been down too long. His last little escapade was weeks ago, and
he had needs. Deciding to hold off until the heat eased had brought him both
pleasure and pain, only to find out some stupid b***h had tried to copycat his
unique style. He was pissed. He’d been so close to having that Blake woman, but
now he was glad he hadn’t moved on her.
As for tonight, he’d tortured himself exquisitely watching
Greyson Hollister from afar. She was close enough a few times that he’d caught
a whiff of her perfume and almost reached out to touch her. Like a dog in heat,
he wanted to pull her into the bathroom and dry-hump her tight ass. W
