Ryder

I had been in the office since early morning, long after I dealt with Jenkins in the basement.

I expected Freya to show up, but she hadn’t. Not yet.

I leaned back in my chair, trying to rest, but my mind refused to quiet. That morning I had made a decision I could no longer ignore.

I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t want her.

My cock had been dead for years, not ten or fifteen, but a long, numb stretch of time where no woman had stirred even the slightest interest. I never touched them. Never felt anything. Until Freya walked into my life, seduced me that night, and...