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My hunger grew worse with every day that passed. Particularly at night, when she used her vibrator, and filled the house with her cries. I couldn’t stop myself from jerking off to the sound of her pleasure. It was either that, or breaking her door down so I could make her climax myself.
I wokeup the morning of the eighth day so hungry, I could barely force myself out of bed.
We couldn’t keep going the way we were.
Or at least,Icouldn’t.
I had to apologize and find a way to come to an agreement with her. Friendship would be fine. I’d figure out a way to make it work without losing my mind to it like I had the last time I let myself care about a woman.
Putting in an order for an apology gift, I forced myself into the shower, then into my suit. The fabric felt tighter and more irritating than usual, but my hunger was to blame for that.
I went downstairs to grab the gift before anyone knocked on the door, then headed up to her room and knocked.
When she didn’t answer, I knocked again.
Louder.
My mind followed the thread connecting us, proving she was still at home with me.
Her feet finally hit the floor, her footsteps uneven. When she pulled it open, her hair was a tangled mess, her eyelids heavy with sleep. Her Coffee & Toffee tee had rolled up above her belly button, and the tiny thong she had on barely hid the folds I wanted to bury my face in.
Fuck me, she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
Her forehead knitted together when she saw me at her door, holding a wrapped present with a bow on the top.
“It’s for you.” I held it out. “A peace offering.”
She eyed it suspiciously, then looked at me with that same expression. “Why? We’re not friends.”
“I’d like us to be.” I slipped my free hand into my pocket, so I wouldn’t be tempted to pull her into my arms.
“You need something from me, don’t you, Cash?” She leaned against the door. That damn thong was still tempting me to rip the fabric from her body and get intimately acquainted with my mate.
“I need to feed,” I admitted. “And I need chocolate.”
“I told you to order from Tatum or Miles.”
“It tastes better when you make it.” The lie slipped from my lips too easily. It tasted the same—but I couldn’t manage to force myself to buy from one of her friends after I’d hurt her so badly by ordering fromSweet Dreams.
She scowled. “Liar.”
Thankfully, she took the present and started opening it anyway.
The box inside was sleek and black.
I remained where I was, my abdomen tight as she opened it.
Her eyes widened as she stared down at it. Her cheeks went pink, too.
Shit.
She was pissed.
I had to explain.
“You said you needed someone to take care of your needs. I can handle it.” I tilted my head toward the thick vibrator in the box. Hers was only made for her clit; mine would fill her, too.
Not as well as I could, but the toy was her only other option, considering what I’d do to anyone who touched her.
