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She’s warm and smells delicious as fuck. I’m completely addicted to her. My dick lurches when it rubs against her smooth side. I can’t help my greedy fingers. They want to touch her all over. I settle with running soft circles around her peaked nipple. My nostrils flare with every breath she takes. I want to inhale her deep inside of me and never release her.

Sweet Violet…you’ll never have to worry about men like Sean, or whoever messed with you at the office, because I’ll always take care of you. I’m going to embed myself so far under your skin, you’ll die if you ever try to cut me out.

Sleep steals me away but not before I press a kiss to her temple.

Goodnight, lovely.

I WAKE WITH A START. Early dawn is peeking in through the windows, and I let out a yawn. A smile tugs at my lips to find Violet wrapped around my naked body. She’s still sleeping but she clutches onto me like a lifeline.

Soon.

Soon every night will be like this, and she’ll want this as much as I do.

I don’t want to leave her side, but having her wake up like this would be bad for our budding relationship. With the patience of a saint, I slip out of her grip and off the bed. She rolls over onto her side with her back to me. I’m just about to walk over to the other side of the room to grab my clothes when her alarm starts buzzing.

I freeze when she leans forward to turn it off. I’m standing there, staring at her, buck-ass naked when she slips out of the bed and hobbles toward the bathroom. Quickly, I drop to my belly and slide under the bed. I can hear her peeing in the bathroom. I’m hard just imagining her squatting on the toilet. I bet her hair is messy and her face is scrunched up with sleep. One day, I’m going to fuck her mouth while she pees. I’m grinning like a fucking idiot when the toilet flushes, and I hear the sink. But something catches my eye. My boxers are sitting on the floor beside her bed.

Panic seizes my chest, and I scoot toward the edge. I snag the boxers, yanking them under the bed with me just as she exits the bathroom.

“Oh, God,” she groans. “It’s too early for this shit.”

I roll onto my back and am thankful when the springs squeak as she settles back on the bed. My heart is thundering in my ears and I wish it would quiet down, so I could hear her better. She fidgets and squirms.

“Gray,” she murmurs. “What have you done to me?”

I freeze and it takes a moment to realize she’s talking to herself. Then, I hear her bedside drawer open. When a buzzing sound fills the room, I grin up at the mattress. She’s masturbating...to the thought of me. The thought elates me. Soon, she won’t have to. I’ll give her every orgasm she never knew she wanted.

“Mmmm,” she whines.

I stroke my now rock-hard cock as I imagine her naked squirming body beneath mine. Her scent clings to me, which makes the visual even better.

“I want you inside me.” The setting on the vibrator increases, and the entire bed seems to rattle. “I bet you’re bigger than this.” Even though she is talking to herself, I pretend she’s talking to me. I stroke my cock harder and faster but am still careful not to be too noisy. The sound of a cap being popped open has me biting back a groan. I’ve snooped around in that drawer. I know she has several vibrators and a bottle of lube. My sweet Violet was correct—I’m much bigger than anything she owns in that drawer.

“Oh, God, yes,” she chokes out. A slurping sound indicates she’s fucking herself with one of her toys. I’m jealous of the damn thing and wish it were my dick instead. But my envious thoughts are snuffed out when she utters my name again. Her breathing grows heavier and ragged. Every time she moans, I swear I’m going to moan with her and give myself away. Eventually, though, she puts us both out of our misery when she comes hard. “Gray!”

A small grunt escapes me as my cum jets up across my toned stomach. She’s still moaning and writhing as she milks another orgasm from her inadequate vibrator so she doesn’t notice my sounds. After a moment, she stills and the room goes silent.

“I need to get laid,” she says with a chuckle and slips back off the bed. Soon, the shower is running, and I can hear her humming inside.

Quickly, I slip out from under the bed. I throw on my clothes but then take a moment to grab her vibrator off the bed. It still glistens with her juices. With a wolfish grin, I snag it up and suck on the rubber. It still tastes of the lube, but mostly it’s her. She tastes fucking delicious, and I can’t wait until I can tongue her essence straight from her cunt myself. I lick off all of her taste before dropping the dildo back on the bed.

I don’t want to leave her but I know I must. With silent steps, I sneak the bathroom door open and prowl inside. I’m playing a dangerous game but I can’t help myself with her. I need to see her. From the sliver of an opening between the shower curtain and the wall, I can see her eyes are closed as she washes her hair. Her tits are soapy and look hot as hell. I allow myself one second longer to look at her before slipping out undetected.

With a quick sweep, I check to make sure I haven’t left any clues. I make it to the door and slip on my shoes. Then, I exit her apartment. With practiced efficiency, I engage all of the locks in seconds.

I want my girl to be safe.

There are all kinds of freaks in this world who would die to be inside this apartment with her.

Lucky for her, she has me to protect her.

There’s only room for one freak in her world.

And I take up a lot of space.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

VIOLET

I’D SET my alarm for Sunday morning just like I do every Sunday morning. I call it my reset day. The day when I try to calm myself a bit before subjecting myself to a week of frustration at work. Normally, I pull on some yoga pants and head off for some Pilates before wasting my time at Starbucks for a couple of hours, planning vacations I’ll never take.

But today…

Today feels different.

I feel different.

Last night, I dreamed about Grayson Maxwell. Fantasized that we were intimate. Thought about him warming my bed. It felt safe. For once in a very long time, I wasn’t absolutely terrified of being close to a man. I’d woken up with his scent still stuck in my nose from seeing him the night before, and I masturbated to him. For once, it wasn’t Vaughn—that sick bastard—that I thought about while I got off. Perhaps I’m not as broken as I thought.

The thought thrills me. I almost bet if I were to thaw a bit, Gray and I could have that delicious rumble in the sheets. But I’d already friend-zoned him.

A girl can still dream about her sexy-as-sin boss who she’d like to fuck if this were another life and she wasn’t herself.

“Excuse me,” an irritated woman utters, dragging me from my daydream. “Is that seat taken?”

I’d been so lost in my thoughts, I’d forgotten that I skipped Pilates altogether and went straight to Starbucks after a long shower where I ended up using the showerhead to ease another ache. They seem to keep coming. Literally.

“Oh, uh—” I start but a masculine voice interrupts.

“The seat is taken.”

I jerk my gaze over and find myself staring into Gray’s ice blue eyes. His hair is wet, as if he just showered, and his chest is heaving as if he ran all the way here. The woman waddles off when he drops into the seat across from me.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says with a laugh as he sips on his coffee.

I can’t help but beam at him. “Are you stalking me?”

His eyes flicker with amusement. “I wish my story was as glamorous as that. I was actually in the neighborhood on my way to this market I recently found out about. Thought I’d grab a coffee first. You’ll never believe the hottie I ran into.”

With a snort, I shake my head at him. “You’re relentless. Were you really in the neighborhood?”

He flashes me a shy grin. “I was, but in all honesty, I was coming to see you. You were upset last night, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” His cheeks turn s

lightly pink. The boyish gesture has me thawing.

I chew on my bottom lip as I take in his appearance. He’s slightly disheveled. It makes me wonder if he was in a hurry to come see me. The thought is a warm one. How is it that this guy was cold and in his own world Friday, but by Sunday he’s someone I don’t mind spending time with? “I’m fine. That’s sweet of you to check up on me. Although,” I say with a slight shake of my head. “You’re a far cry from the prick I handed my notice in to on Friday.”

His smirk has the room feeling as though the temperature has risen. “Let’s just say someone pointed out my flaws. Now I’m trying my damnedest to make her realize I’m not a complete asshole.”

Even though we’re surrounded by a ton of people on this busy Sunday morning, I feel as though we’re all alone. Lost in our own little world.

“This whole having friends thing is weird,” I admit with a chuckle.

His long leg brushes against mine under the table and a spark of electricity darts its way to my core. I try not to shudder in pleasure.

Friends.

We’re just friends.

“I want to get to know you, Violet,” he murmurs, his hand boldly covering mine on the table. I stiffen but then relax when he adds. “As friends.”

A smile plays at my lips. “Okay. I don’t see the harm in that, I guess.”