Page 31 of One Last Time?
Dylan
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Iwas going straight to hell.
Straight the fuck to hell.
There would be no chance for me to explain my actions. No chance to explain that I’d allowed myself to be tempted, and I didn’t know any guy who was single,with eyes,who would be dumb enough to say no to Taylor Cartwright.
Fucking hell… I couldn’t resist her. I just couldn’t, and seriously, after that kiss nights ago, what the hell did I expect would follow? Afternoon tea and biscuits?
Fuck no.
Last night was what happened.
Last night with us sharing the wild, extremely raw night and dirty sex we’d had.
Over and over again.
I kept saying to myself: one more time, then no more. One more time, and I’d leave. One more time, and I would come to my senses and think about what I was going to do.
My plan was to chalk it up to a night of weakness. Then the fucking sun rose, bringing a new day, and suddenly, tonight had turned into tomorrow.
Tomorrow was today, and I still couldn’t leave her. Not while she was awake and looking at me with those sexy brown eyes brimming with sinful, sexual ideas that rocked my world, just like she’d promised on the first night I’d met her.
One more time, and I wiped her out. It was six thirty when she fell asleep. Six thirty in the morning, and we were supposed to be at work at nine.
Her falling asleep gave me the chance to escape the goddess. It gave me the only chance because I knew if she’d been awake, I’d have her again. And again.
And again, and that would be my ass.
What the hell was I going to tell Dad? What would I say to him?
Nothing…
That was what I’d say because last night and this morning’s events would be it. No more. I’d had the fantasy of Taylor Cartwright. I’d had the woman over and over again in her bed, in her shower, up against her wall, on her breakfast table, everywhere…
No more.
When I next saw her, it would be back to business, and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything.
Back to business, back to basics, because I’d decided I was going to take a step back and work with her the way I probably should have from the beginning, and not be the damn hot shot who wanted to impress Peter. That was what it had all boiled down to.
I’d never gotten the chance to work with such a high-profile client, and Dad was allowing me to fly solo on this. It was important, so I couldn’t fuck this up by sleeping with my client’s daughter.Again.
I got home, showered and changed, and headed out to the office. I looked rough from the non-existent sleep I’d had, but the kind of rough a guy would look like if he’d had wild sex all night. I’d pass on sleep any day for another night like that. Another night with her.
A night that would only play out in my fantasies.
I got to the office at nine and sent her an email letting her know I’d be with her at ten. That gave me time to grab a double shot of cappuccino and print off some of the ideas I had for us to go through. Since that social media campaign was the only thing that was left hanging in the balance, I figured we could work on that today so she could have the weekend to think about her presentation with Peter next week.
My strategy was going to be talking with her about the campaign and figuring out its goals.
I printed off my list, and damn, was I ever feeling like a man walking to his execution as I walked to her office. It was a weird feeling and an odd way to describe the gamut of emotions that coursed within me.
That was, however, exactly how I felt because it would be doom to think I could continue this wildness with her. At the same time it felt like doom not to.
I knocked on the door with a heavy hand, and she answered.
