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He smirked. “No stress, Birdy. It’s on the way to the compound anyway.”

“But you could have stayed there instead of here, right? I don’t want to get in your way.”

“There was no room at the compound,” Ruin quickly said. “Low’s got some new club girls startin’, and then there’s the prospects that don’t have a place outside of the club. All busy and booked up.”

“Oh. Well, thank you, then,” I told Drake with a smile.

He winked. “No problem. Eat up, Birdy.”

Nodding, I started on the seafood and moaned around the mouthful. I looked over at the waitstaff and said, “Please thank the chef for this delicious meal.”

They bowed.

Finally, I relaxed some more after embarrassing myself and knowing that I wasn’t a burden to Drake.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

DRAKE

Virgin ears here.

She was still a virgin.

A goddamn virgin

Which meant she’d never been touched. No, she could have been touched but never penetrated.

Penetrated. What a weird word.

Any-fucking-way, what was I supposed to do with that knowledge? To know no one else had been inside my little birdy was a damn rush to my head. Hell, both heads.

No one had slipped their cock into her tight, wet pussy.

I damn prayed, hoped, I would be her first and last. All she’d need was me. I’d treat her right. Make sure she knew she was special right from the start.

I’d have her dripping wet even before I thought about putting my cock inside her sweet little cunt.

Fucking hell.

Jesus Christ.

Fuck me up the arse and call me Daddy.

I had to stop thinking about it. If she looked over as I drove her to work and saw how damn hard I was, she’d think I was a weirdo who got excited over the damn cars around us or something.

But the problem was that I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her.

If my desire for Swan was bad before, it was worse now.

Usually, I’d have to tug one out after thinking about her. If I saw her in person, I’d have my hand wrapped around my dick a couple of times.

I’d jerked off three times last night and once this morning as we showered together. It wasn’t in the same room, obviously. She was in her bathroom, and I was in mine at the same time. At least that was what I liked to think.

But then I’d imagined her coming into mine to join me under the spray of water.

Fuck.

Stop, you fucking perv.

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