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with ‘you big, dumb dolt.’ “But think about what she sees for a minute. You’ve got more money than she’s had probably in her whole life, you buy her new clothes that cost as much as her rent, you leave her in your penthouse with your housekeeper. What’s she going to think?”
     
    “Oh,” he said, his voice dropping in surprise. He had to think about it for a few minutes. Because there was part of him—and not a small part—that felt like, if she couldn’t see him for who he was, then what was the point anyway? Shouldn’t she be trying to see past his money to find out who he was?
     
    Sure. And then what I showed her was an out of control Dom who was going to micromanage every second of her life.
     
    “Shit,” he said.
     
    Claire nodded. “There it is. Go get ‘em, tiger. Or, you know, whatever I’m supposed to say before a board meeting.”
     
    “It’ll do.” He leaned forward and kissed her quickly on the forehead. “Thanks, sister.”
     
    “No problem, big brother.”

 
    CHAPTER SEVEN
     
    He needed a cold shower. He needed a very cold shower, one icy enough to assuage his guilt over how he ’d treated Zoey, and frigid enough to drive the naked need out of his system. He kept thinking of her, his mind wandering over how her skin tasted, or the feel of her hair as it slipped through his fingers, or even the scent of her as her need heightened. His cock hardened every time his mind wandered, even as tired as he was. He needed all of it washed away.
     
    He made a graceless yipping sound as he stepped into the water, pressing himself to the back of the shower stall for a moment before straightening his spine and stepping forward to let the practically frozen water slap into his skin.
     
    It did nothing to cool him. He was a little surprised that it didn’t turn into steam as soon as it touched him. He endured it for a full minute, his balls working hard to crawl back into his abdomen to escape the insane cold, and then he gave up, turning the water to his normal burning hot temperature. His teeth were chattering already, but his hands still felt the wetness of her sweet pussy as he’d pressed his fingers into her.
     
    That was all it took. Rock hard again, his dick jutting out from his hips, eager and wishing she were here with him. He could bend her over and fuck her from behind, or press her up into the stall of the shower, let her cling to him as he drove up into her.
     
    His hand wrapped around his cock and fell into a slow, easy rhythm. One of his girlfriends had watched him jerk himself off once, and had been quietly shocked at how slowly he moved under her eyes. She told him that every other guy she’d met stroked himself like there was a prize for first place, and strangling their penis would get them the gold medal. He’d laughed about it then, but he’d noticed it later. He could slam away at a woman with the best of them, if that was what the lady on the receiving end wanted, but when he was taking some quiet alone time—he like precision. Care. Deliberate, steady movements.
     
    His knees were weak with wanting Zoey. She’d sucked him off so well yesterday morning, so fast and thorough, her sweet mouth lapping at him as he’d held back, letting her lead him home. He’d meant to do right by her last night, but he’d let himself get flustered. He’d been all right when he heard about Cindy, all in all, but seeing the cops there—needing to get Luke to let him through the barricade—that was when his control had shattered. He’d thought he’d regained it. He’d been wrong. It was fair for him to pay the price.
     
    He let his knees drop him down until he was resting on the shower seat, the spray on his throat and shoulders. His fist tightened on his cock, as hard and vicious as he could stand, the water abrading away some of the moisture that would normally serve him as lube. He slipped just one finger into his ass—he could relax that much without needing lube