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I think about the way he touched me, and how he looked at me while I was perched on his lap.

My thighs burn hot.

I want Mr. Thorne to come to my room. I want him to touch me, and I want to touch him, and I want to make him come.

Cupping my breast with one hand, I reach the other around my belly and over my thigh. Between my legs.

I’m so slick that I gasp out loud.

Can he hear that?

I close my eyes.

I hope he can.

I hope he hears everything.

Chapter 18

Roman

Willa isfast asleep when I quietly slip past her to use the shower in the morning.

Not just asleep, but tangled in her sheets, her naked body on luscious display, her hand between her thighs.

In the shower, my cock begs to be taken in hand and dealt with, but I ignore him.

I’ve jerked off enough in the last four months, remembering our first time together. The next time I come will be inside her.

Cranking the hot water off completely, I let the cold water take the edge off my lust. Then I soap up and rinse off.

I slept like shit on the living room couch, and I’m sure it’s more comfortable than the faded, paint-stained sofa she’s been sleeping on.

As I towel off, then wrap the white terrycloth around my hips, I’m thinking about calling her in sick and letting her sleep in.

But that won’t be necessary, I realize when I step back into the bedroom.

Willa’s awake.

And she’s curled up against the padded headboard, the sheetbarelycovering her as if she was waiting for me to appear in nothing but a towel so she can tempt me again.

“Good morning,” she says, a smile playing at her mouth.

I nod.

My cock flexes against the towel.

She giggles.

“He says good morning, too.”

She nods. “Do you have to go to work immediately?”

“Have to? No. Should I? Yes, after I feed you breakfast.” I rake a hungry gaze over her as I walk backwards to the door. “Get dressed.”

“I slept on it,” she calls after me as I hightail it to the living room.

Overnight, one of my staff dropped off a few suits, so I change into dress pants and a pressed shirt, then go to the kitchen.

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