Steam still clung to the air when I stepped out of the shower. Drops chased down the ridges of my chest, sliding into the towel at my hips. I dragged a hand through my hair; it fell into place, dark, obedient. Everything looked controlled.
Inside wasn’t.
I should’ve been thinking about Hale and the board’s whispers, supply lines, unions, leverage. War. Instead, my head was full of her.
Amber.
I sank onto the edge of the bed, the city’s glow spilling across the floor in fractured blues and silver. My c**k was already hard, heavy against the towel. My hand wrapped around it, grip brutal from the first stroke. No tease. No patience. Just raw punishment. I pumped fast, rough, the slide of my palm burning against sensitive skin. Each pull was violent, like I wanted to rip the need out of me
