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It does it for me.

And those tits aren’t bad either.

And now I’m back to thinking of those perfect tits.

I step under the scalding water. I’ll need cold water to settle this, but my muscles are tense from the workout and the day in general.

Since it’s not going to calm on its own, I fist my cock and start to work myself.

In my head, I try to imagine anyone but her.

And I fail miserably.

Instead, I picture her in my gym, cleaning my sweat from the ropes of the ring.

She’s bent over. Her ass is on full display.

All it would take is one flip of my hand to expose her under the skirt she’s wearing, pull over her thong, and sink into her willing warmth.

My hand moves faster.

I think of the way I would thrust inside her tight pussy.

In and out.

Reach forward and grab those perfectly round breasts.

Squeeze until she’s coming all over my cock.

That’s all it takes before I feel myself erupt in my hand.

After I’m fully drained, I reach for the soap and wash away all the memories of what I just did.

Better to fuck my hand than her. Either way, I’m going to need to call an old hookup because having this woman in my house is too tempting, despite the hatred I feel for her.

I spend the rest of the shower trying to think of everything and anything but her.

The news launched.

It went viral, too.

Rat droppings and E. coli in a tomato sauce are not good for business.

We made a killing when the stock plummeted.

Enough money that everyone can retire. Although I doubt anyone will. My friends, my colleagues, my clients, and who am I kidding, myself, love money too much.

Cyrus wasn’t wrong. There’s a good chance that Paul will realize it was us and come after our group. He’s dangerous enough to make the threat real. It’s a calculated risk, one that paid off, but still a risk.

All the stocks that I handle are set up, so the chance of him figuring it out is minor. All the accounts I used are shell companies, which are then rerouted through so many different IP addresses, so many different countries, and so many different banks that it would take a real fucking genius to figure it out.

And there’s only one Jaxson Price.

Good thing the jackass works on our side.

But I’m still cautious. I have a meeting with Brandon later to discuss ramping up my security. Maybe even putting an extra guard on Payton.

I run the shampoo through my hair and wash it out. When I’m done, I shut off the water and grab a towel. Hopefully, she’s done by now, and I can tell her the rest of my plan.

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