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coming at all. I had dealt with enough shit in the last week between being the man of my house after a busted water pipe, to failing to make a sale, and my confrontation with Alex. I was about to explode. Not to mention the insatiable need in me that made its presence known more often than not. I was on edge. I needed him. I hated him for it. As if he sensed my distress, his text came.
    R: The Barracks one hour. RED.
    I sat in my car, debating my next move, because I was scheduled to show a house shortly. His texts had never come at a time I couldn’t get to him before. Then again, it was beginning to irritate me that I was at his beck and call. He was in complete control of the when and where. My sex was throbbing already at the thought of him filling me, but I had an obligation, and I had to see it through.
    V: I have an appointment in thirty minutes.
    I got no response. I called the potential buyers who assured me they were on their way. Thankfully they were not impressed with the home I showcased, and fifteen minutes after I opened the door, they were gone. I flew down the highway, furious with the situation. My heart pounded at the thought of what was to come. Why couldn’t we go to his club? I hated The Barracks. I parked and noticed I was ten minutes late. I was irritated and strung out, and really needed to get off. When I walked into the bar and saw he wasn’t there, I made my way down the stairs to the same room we had used and twisted the knob. His hand grabbed mine and I was brought in quickly and pushed against the wall.
    “You’re late!” he yelled, smacking his palm against the wall next to my head.
    “I have a job!” I said, facing him head on.
    His eyes glittered. This is what he wanted. We both stood, chests heaving, glaring at each other. I could feel the tension in him, as he could mine. We were both desperate for relief.
    He ripped my blouse open, exposing my breasts, and grabbed one roughly.
    “When I tell you to get your pussy here, I don’t give a fuck what you are doing, you get it here!”
    “Says the man with the nine to five that texts me after six!” I screamed a little louder than I should have. He pinched my nipple hard and I cried out and arched my back as he captured it with his mouth. He sucked greedily and I moaned at the contact. I felt his hard dick brush my leg. He released my nipple and began circling it with his tongue as I watched him. He grabbed the other breast and I felt the warmth spread quickly between my thighs as he licked and sucked my nipple. Damning the consequences, I threaded my fingers through his hair and pulled hard.
    “Cranky little pussy, aren’t we? What’s the matter, Mrs. Harvell, you need to come?” His smile was full of menace and I looked away, disgusted.
    “EYES ON MINE! You don’t get to look away from me. You get to see me and what I do to you.”
    My blouse ruined, he removed it from my shoulders.
    His lips curved into a wicked grin. “Get naked.”
    “Sir,” I hissed in response. I quickly got to the task and pulled down my slacks and kicked off my shoes.
    I was furious and out of my mind with need. Nearing a month since my last orgasm, I was about to lose my mind. The room went completely dark and I panicked. I couldn’t see anything. I reached out in front of me and felt nothing. As I waited, my breathing escalated with my fear. This was Rhys, damn it; I had nothing to be afraid of. But I was. I was also intrigued. I listened closely but heard nothing, so I called out to him, feeling ridiculous for saying the word.
    “Sir?” I could swear I heard a chuckle, but the second I thought that, I felt a brush across my breast. Gasping, I reached out, but he was gone.
    “Please, I don’t like the dark. I need to know where you are,” I begged, the desperation in my voice apparent. Reaching behind me, I put my hand on the knob for a quick retreat. Naked or not, I was ready to flee. My body now facing the direction of my escape, I froze