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Pushing myself even harder, I nearly sprint down the trail. Sweat beads at my temples and drips down my back, saturating my shirt. Reaching the clearing at full speed, I’m caught off guard when the phone in my arm band buzzes, cutting off the music playing in my headphones.
Slowing slightly, I continue toward the front of the estate and stand at the base of the steps for a moment to catch my breath.
Pulling out the phone, I swipe it to see an incoming text from Edmund.
Where the fuck did you run off to last night?
As I’m weighing up my response, my phone buzzes again.
I’m reaching out to that feisty little redhead from last night. She took my flogger like a fucking champ. Even with my cock in her ass and being suffocated from her face being buried in some little blonde bitch’s ass.
You would like her.
You’ll tire of her.
Eventually we all do.
And?
When I do I’ll get rid of her and replace her with someone else.
What’s going on with you?
Liz made it sound like shit got weird but didn’t elaborate.
Edmund might be my closest friend, but I am at a loss of how much or little to tell him about what transpired last night. And I definitely don’t want it in a text where it can easily be shared with the others.
He’s my closest friend. That doesn’t mean he’s a good one.
You at the model today?
Yeah, The Preserves. Trying to fuck this new agent I’ve got working for me.
Thank fucking god you aren’t Samuel.
I prefer my women screaming voluntarily.
I just went for a run, I’ll meet you over there in about an hour.
Abigail takes the last of the steps into the foyer as I walk through the front door. Her hair is slightly disheveled. Her face dons no make-up. Her attire is a mere silk robe and a slim black leather collar wrapped around her neck.
She is fucking gorgeous.
Maybe two hours
“Good morning, kitten.” I step toward her and stop her at the bottom step, leaving us at nearly eye level. “Where are you headed?”
“To find you, sir.” Her eyes are unwavering from mine.
“I went for a run.” I pull the phone case from my bicep and drop it to the ground. “Did you need something?”
“No.” She shakes her head.
“Did youwantsomething?” I lift an eyebrow while slowly pulling on the silk sash that holds her robe shut. It falls open, the silk nestling against her breasts, leaving a gap between them. My eyes roam down the gaping fabric, from her pert cleavage to her now bare cunt.
Slipping my hands between the fabric, they slide around her hips, pushing the robe open and revealing her to me.
I fucking need her.
