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“Beckett, I don’t care if your fancy jet is equipped with those lounging beds, that’s not proper sleep,” she says. That’s the topnotch doctor in her talking. “At this rate, you’re going to burn out—”

“Mom, is there anything urgent?”

“I was at a medical conference in Baltimore before you left for New York, so we haven’t talked in a while and you know how I feel about text messages, Beckett,” she says. “I miss my baby boy.”

I chuckle. “I miss you too, Mom, but I have to go. I have someone waiting for me for a meeting.”

“When will Dad and I see you?”

“Mom!”

“All right. All right. I get it,” she says. “Go do your CEO thing.” There’s laughter in her words.

“I’ll talk to you later,” I say.

“I can only hope,” she says with a sigh.

“A little dramatic, much?”

She laughs.

“Big kiss, baby.”

“Right back at ya, Mom.”

I hang up and rush to the conference room. As I approach, the sound of laughter erupts.

I’m glad Rhys is entertaining our new consultant.

“Oh God, that’s so funny, Rhys,” I hear Arianne say. “I can’t believe that actually happened.”

There’s a melodic timbre to her voice—

I’m hit with my tragic reality.

I have to keep it to my fist for another eighteen days.

I won’t hear the soft, helpless whispers of a woman’s voice in my ear as I take ownership of her pussy, pounding into her forcefully. For another excruciating two-and-a-half weeks, I’ll have to live without hearing a woman scream out my name at the top of her lungs as I push her over the edge.

Fuck.

I haven’t been able to forget the smart mouth I was trapped inside the elevator with. These past twelve days have been torturous. The memory of her only heightened my misery.

And of course, Rhys is enjoying every minute of my suffering. He took cruel pleasure in texting me daily reminders of my vow of chastity, each time carefully including photos of the coveted bike from different angles.

Asshole.

I ignored his taunting subterfuge, preferring to lose myself in work in the hopes of ignoring my hungry cock. I can’t count the number of times I’ve jerked off since agreeing to this ridiculous challenge. It’s so obscene, I should be arrested. By the time he hands me the keys to his Legendary British Vintage Black, I’ll be a wild beast.

I sigh.

I’m just about to enter, but freeze.

Shit.

I forgot my iPad.

I race back to my office.

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