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It’s the same question as before, but this time I can’t find an answer.

As I drive through the city toward my apartment, I find myself wishing there was a way I could let go of this desire. But that only lasts for a second, even less, and then a fierce fire blooms inside of me, the words no imprinting on some deep part of me.

Forgetting about this woman isn’t an option.

Even if I wanted to, it would be impossible.

I can’t stop thinking about the way her lips tasted, the way they parted so nervously for me, as though she wasn’t sure at first. But then she became sure, as her hands tightened on my shoulders and…

I forcibly stop the path my thoughts are taking, knowing this can only lead to dangerous places.

Why, why, why does she have to be Andy’s daughter?

I remember the last time I spoke to him, his face beet red with rage, as he ranted at me, telling me I was making a mistake. I tried to reason with him, to make him see sense, but Andy is the most stubborn man I’ve ever met. He’s the sort of man who will never budge once he’s made up his mind, thinking he’s got it all figured out.

Back in my penthouse, I go straight to my home gym and throw myself into a body-punishing workout. I start with a sprint on the treadmill, pounding my sneakers against it for ten minutes, until sweat is coating my body and sticking my shirt to my chest. After the cardio I start on the weights, my muscles burning with each rep.

Working out usually helps me to forget everything.

My mind hazes over and all that exists is the next rep, the next breath.

But now Billie is all I can think about.

Every time I let out a breath, I imagine leaning against her neck, breathing in her skin, kissing her softly at first… and then harder, opening my mouth and gently biting her skin, marking her.

She whimpers, grinding against me, and I slide my hands down to her hips and lift her off her feet. She giggles as I place her down on the counter, surging forward to press my manhood against her sex, pushing against the fabric of her pants.

I leave the gym, stalking through my apartment, my heart pounding louder than any speaker ever could. I know that can’t be the case, but it feels that way, hammering out of my chest and thudding deafeningly in my ears.

A small voice tells me to stop as I open my phone and log on to Facebook. My personal account is small, with only my bandmates and a few other friends. I haven’t got any family except for an aunt who lives in Maine.

The voice gets louder in my mind, warning me against this.

Andy was my best friend once upon a time. I would’ve died for that man. Just because we’ve fallen out, it doesn’t mean I should give into this aching need and pursue his daughter.

But it’s like my fingers take on a life of their own, tapping across the search bar in a hungry frenzy.

Billie Wilde.

I’m sitting on the couch, still in my gym gear, my body pulsing from the exertion. My chest expands, my body growing harder, my fist clenching when my woman pops up on my phone’s screen.

Her profile picture was updated a week ago, showing her sitting at a table with a pen in her hand, leaning over the page. The picture captures her mid-smile, as though she didn’t know it was being taken.

I bite down as I study her, my gaze moving over her wavy brown hair. She’s wearing a shirt, buttoned up all the way to the top, but the shape of her drives me feral. I’d grab that shirt and tear it loose, making the buttons pop, and then tear her bra away and fall upon her bare breasts.

Staring harder, my hand moves toward my heaving manhood.

Another voice roars inside of me, this one warning me not to spill my seed anywhere but in my woman's womb. But then my cock is in my hand, throbbing against my palm, and I’m stroking up and down my shaft.

I imagine those shy lips parting further into a moan of pleasure, as I sink to my knees and bury my hands in her thighs. I hear her euphoric noises as if she’s in the room with me, my mouth watering as I fantasize about how she will taste, how soaked she’ll be after I bring her to orgasm.

My hand moves faster, stroking precome, from my tip to my base, as I close my eyes and sink into the dream.

I bend her over, peeling down her pants to reveal her round and full ass.

She gasps as I slide inside of her.


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