![]() I shouldn’t be longing for him like this, not this soon. Was there a chance he really wanted more? He’d implied it, but I knew I shouldn’t get my hopes up. What are you going to do in a few days? You’ll be leaving, and he’ll be going back to Charlotte. ![]() Would Graham make me wait even longer to come once he returned? Did some perverted part of me want him to? No. It shouldn’t be so irritating, so hot, so just… there. I couldn’t decide what was more torturous, working my hips to let the plug rub me like I needed it to, or holding still, sweating as it pressed against me, making me want. I tried watching a movie as I ate, but every damn time I leaned over to pick up my sandwich, the plug shifted, and I had to fight the urge to pull out my cock and jerk myself off. Then I came back to the hotel and ordered room service. I grabbed some more clothes and a few toiletries. Fortunately Sean wasn’t there, so I didn’t have to explain about my weekend. I’d driven to my apartment-that was uncomfortable as hell. And I’d reminded myself that surely the remote couldn’t work from as far away as the overlook restaurant. ![]() I paced the room, hoping Felicity and Carter needed to eat quickly and get to the airport. ![]()
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