JORDAN
Moonlight stream through the windows, mingling with the dimmed lights of my study. Breathless and my muscles aching with maddening need. The image of Astrid in a low-cut gown, her ginger blonde splayed on her delicate shoulders, and her lips twitching in a sultry smile.
I have no idea where the image pops out from but it’s messing up my train of thought and causing a massive discomfort in my pants. I adjust for the fifth time, stifling a moan as the tip of my shaft brushes the thick material of my pants.
Something churns inside of me.
Deep regret?
Desire?
Anticipation?
I shake my head gently. The fantasy that comes from knowing a woman like Astrid intimately has to be discarded.
I shuffle through the emails. I have a meeting at 10 am with the board. Nelson suggests I give t
