“Fucking shit.” Taking a deep breath, Royal reaches his free hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him with force, stroking out every last drop of his release.

Releasing his still hard cock, he runs both his hands through his hair, while breathing heavily.

I can’t help but to keep my eyes on him in wonder as he gets off the bed and reaches for his shirt to clean me up. Our eyes meet, but neither one of us speaks.

After cleaning me off, he stands up and starts cleaning himself off.

Seeing him standing there, breathing hard, with his dick in his hand and his eyes closed is so damn beautiful. I get an ache in my chest because I can’t just reach out and touch him. I want to so badly, but don’t want to push him anymore tonight.

“Now we can go to sleep,” I say shakily.

Clenching his jaw, he walks out of his room still naked.

I lay here for twenty minutes, before realizing that there’s rock music softly coming from the room next door. I’m assuming he’s in the same room that I walked in on him that first night: his workout room. He’s most likely working out his frustrations and a part of me feels bad that I may have just caused him more.

I really don’t know what came over me tonight, and I’m hoping that I wake up tomorrow with a clear head and realize that it was just the alcohol and lack of orgasm speaking.

Taking a long breath, I close my eyes and lay here restless for what feels like forever, until I finally end up dozing off, feeling a bit ashamed, yet completely turned on by him at the same time.

HE COMES AT ME SLOWLY, yet it’s so powerful and intoxicating that the air gets sucked straight from my lungs. Every muscle in his body is tense, his tattooed flesh moist with sweat as he stares down at me with an intensity that has me gripping the sheets around me. He’s breathing heavily, his lips slightly parted as his powerful eyes meet mine and capture them. I’m lost in his darkness, wanting to be right there with him.

He doesn’t say a word as he crawls above me, and in one swift movement he bites onto my neck as he rips my shirt open, baring my breasts to him.

I moan out in desire, just wanting to touch him, to feel my hands on him in any way I can, but when I reach for him . . . I can’t move my arms.

I struggle against the leather restraints but they’re too tight. I can’t move. His mouth hovers above mine so dangerously close that I can almost taste him. His sweet breath caresses my lips, but I can’t reach them. I can only breathe in his scent and it’s driving me completely mad.

My desire to touch him is too strong, fueling me to lash out. I want to feel him, I need to, but I’m afraid I’ll never get the chance, so I scream so painfully loud that my throat feels raw.

I need this man . . .

I wake up gripping the sheets so tightly that my fingers hurt. I feel a bead of sweat trickle down my heated neck and look around me as I fight to catch my breath.

It takes me a few seconds to realize that I’m in Royal’s empty bed. He never came back last night. I’m not sure that I expected him to, but a part of me hoped that he would.

I’ve never had such an intense dream in my life; that I have to admit. I’m a bit freaked out by the way it’s left me feeling. It felt so damn real; too real.

Taking a few deep breaths, I close my eyes and everything from last night hits me all at once, making me feel like a damn fool for the way I acted.

Yanking the covers off of me, I look down to see that I’m still completely naked. My temperature rises from embarrassment.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! I can’t believe this.”

Jumping to my feet, I quickly look around to be sure that I’m alone while reaching for what’s left of my clothes to quickly get dressed.

It’s amazing what liquid courage can do for you. I can’t believe that I seriously suggested that Royal pleasure himself for me last night, and I can’t believe that he actually did. That insanely hot image will forever be in my head, making it hard for anything else to ever compare. That thought is sort of scary.

Breathing heavily and feeling a bit insane, I look up at the doorway to see Royal standing there, watching me. He looks a mess, as if he hadn’t slept at all last night. I have to admit that a mess looks sinfully sexy on him, and that alone makes me realize that I need to go before I do anything else stupid.

“Let’s go.” He grips the doorframe and takes a few seconds to look me up and down, before turning and walking away.

I walk outside a few minutes later, expecting him to be in his truck waiting, but instead he pulls up next to me on his motorcycle, looking damn sexy and dangerous; a lethal combination that I can barely handle right now.

After my dream of him this morning, just the thought of touching him sends me over the edge. This man seriously has no idea of the effect he physically has on me. I don’t even get it.

“Shit,” I whisper. “Don’t think about last night.”

“Hop on,” he yells over the sound of the bike, while pulling me to him and sliding the helmet on me. His eyes meet mine, but he quickly clenches his jaw and turns away, leaving my heart sinking.

Feeling anxious from his cold shoulder, I jump on behind him, but grab onto the bike instead of him.

“Arms around me,” he demands. “And hold on tight.”

He leans his head back and stiffens a bit when my arms wrap around his waist, before finally taking off in a hurry.

When we reach my car, I quickly jump off and hand him his helmet. I really just want to get away from him right now. He’s so damn hard to read and hard to deal with this early in the morning. “Thanks for letting me crash in your bed, Royal.”

He nods his head and slides his helmet on, looking me over. “Better my bed than Colton’s,” he says stiffly.

I’m not really sure what to say to that, so I just pull out my keys and walk over to my car, trying my best not to glance back at him as I hop inside and start the engine. He waits for me to pull out and take off before I notice him following behind me.

He’s behind me for a few minutes, following closely, before he finally turns off in the direction of the bar, allowing me to breathe for what feels like the first time since dinner last night.

“Holy shit.” I breathe out. He’s so damn intense. I’ve never met a man so powerful and heart-stopping in my life.

I grip the steering wheel and take a deep breath when I pull up at a stoplight. I’m supposed to work in less than two hours and I have a feeling that it’s going to be extremely hard to concentrate now.

There’s so much running through my head right now that it’s giving me a headache. The thing eating at me the most is that I need to meet up with Colton and break things off completely. If I don’t do it as soon as possible, it’s only going to get harder, and then I’m going to explode with anxiety.

My plan was to go home, but instead, I find myself parked outside of Colton’s home. The first thing I notice is the red BMW in the driveway that isn’t his.

This is supposed to be when I feel some kind of jealousy or anger or something, right? That feeling that you would get if you were in love with someone . . . but all I feel is relief. I knew when he introduced me to his business partner that there had to be more there. The problem was I just didn’t care to question him on it.

I want to do this, but I want to do it right and say it to his face. I know that’s most likely not going to happen before work, so I send him a quick text, ignoring the handful of ones that he sent me last night.