Cesare

Slamming into the car, I order Daniel to take me home. Christ, I’m still shaking from need. Why the fuck did I let her push me into giving voice to my desire? All night she had been asking for it, begging for it. Prodding and poking for a reaction, even though she had no idea what she was asking for.

I tried, damn it. I really tried. The cigar was nothing more than prevarication to annoy her, to keep her at a distance, to keep my hands from reaching for her and...fuck, I don’t even know.

While I was annoyed by Billings being too drunk to join us, I...