Chapter 18

RULE #17: GET HER OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM.

Musa

My reflection stares back at me in the bathroom, but my eyes won't focus on the man in front of me. All I see is her on her knees in the middle of my office. The image plays over and over in my mind.

How did this happen?

Is it too far? Have I royally fucked things up already?

But there's no room in my mind for regret when it's so overwhelmed with wanting her. The things I wanted to do to her. God, I wanted to take her clothes off, touch her face, sit her on my lap, and stroke her perfect body while I worked. With any other girl, that's exactly what I would have done, but I've never wanted it the way I want it now.

For years, I've accepted that these dominant cravings are just a part of who I am. I was happy with that, but never fully satisfied with anyone. Now the craving is stronger than ever, and I have the terrifying notion that Precious might actually be perfect for me, and that's a real problem.

She's Bandi's girl. I can't possibly keep doing this.

Fuck, my brain still can't process no, so I strip off my clothes and start the shower. This day has messed with my head and I need to wash it all off so I can refocus on getting my son back.

Apparently my cock can't process no either, because it's at full attention, still thinking about the way she hummed with pleasure while I stroked her head during the call.