My fingers tightened around the fabric as I shoved my pants open and wrapped a hand around myself.
Lifting the lace to my face, it only took one inhale. Suddenly, she was everywhere.
Soft thighs wrapped around my waist. Dark hair tangled in my fists. Those red eyes were glassy with pleasure while she rocked herself against me like she couldn’t get close enough.
My grip tightened hard enough to ache, and I buried my face deeper into the fabric as another image slammed into me.
Olivia above me, blood smeared down her throat, lips swollen from biting, whispering my name like it hurt to hold it in.
More, Cal. More.
The memory hit low and vicious.
“You want more?” I snarled breathlessly. “I’ll give you fucking more.”
My hand moved faster, and the desk rattled beneath me. The chair scraped harshly across the floor. Every drag of the fabric against my face made my head spin worse.
I could practically feel her again. Hear her. Taste her along my tongue.
I leaned back, picturing her on top again, looking like a fucking goddess with blood dripping down her chin and neck, fangs out as she licked her lips. Grabbing her hips, I slammed her down on me as I watched her bounce, the sound of my name breaking apart in her throat like she needed me to breathe.
Every thought made my body tighten harder. The pressure built fast and brutal.
“Fuck—”
I shoved the panties harder against my face as my hips jerked upward involuntarily.
More, Cal,she whispered. The breathless plea echoed through my skull.
My entire body locked up before pleasure ripped through me hard enough to wrench a groan from somewhere deep in my chest.
For a few seconds, all I could do was sit there, breathing harshly through my nose, my fingers twitching against the ruined fabric.
Then reality hit.
Slowly, I lowered the panties from my face and stared blankly at the mess across my desk.
Papers ruined. Cum splattered across reports. My own hand shook slightly as a hollow laugh escaped me.
“You pathetic bastard.” I swiped what was on my hand with the panties, getting a little thrill from thinking both of us were on that fabric now.
What the fuck is wrong with me?!She was Rack’s Flame.Rack. The guy who would walk into hell for me without hesitation. And here I was, jerking off in my lab with her panties shoved in my face like some hormone-riddled teenager. I was a fucking Syndicate Boss, for fuck’s sake!
Desperation was closing in, so I shook my head at myself and decided, no more. My jaw clenched so hard pain shot up the side of my head, and I abruptly pushed up from the desk.
Pacing helped for all of three seconds before the remnants of her scent clinging to my hand nearly derailed me again.
I swore viciously and threw the fabric back into the drawer and slammed it shut. Thoughts raced through my mind. How could I fix this?
Maybe it was just physical? That had to be it.
She smelled good. She was gorgeous. Sex with her was insane, but that didn’t mean anything deeper.
There were plenty of beautiful women in this city. Loads of women who would want to warm my bed for a night.
I could fix this.
I had to, because Olivia was moving into this house, and if I didn’t get myself under control soon, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
