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I can’t stand it any longer. I jerk her hips toward me, and her panties tear as I shred them away. With one hand, I drop my pants low enough to feel her perfect body as I sink inside her, bringing me back to the ecstasy I’ve been missing.

“Fucking perfect,” I breathe against her ear, and her legs tighten around me as I pull back to thrust in deeper, harder - the way she likes it.

“Tag,” she murmurs so softly as her head falls back, exposing her delicious neck.

My lips cover it as I squeeze her tighter. Her muscles clench against my cock, and I let out a strangled moan as I feel myself about to explode inside her far too early.

“Shit,” I growl. “ I’m not going to last long.”

“Me either,” she murmurs as her girly, adorable, and sexy moans quicken.

Jerking her harder against my thrusts, my breaths grow ragged, harsh, and more erratic.

Her hands tangle in my hair as her shrill pitch finds its way to her lips, and her body goes stiff before limp, making my exploding climax all the better as I fill her up.

My lips claim hers as we both gasp for air. I don’t want to pull out of her. I want to stay there, live there, spend forever in her warmth.

The door to the bathroom opens, and I scramble to pull my pants up as Ash jumps off the counter and rushes into a stall.

I laugh a little, and then a fair-haired elderly lady walks in until she startles to a stop just as I finish zipping up my pants.

“Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I thought this was the ladies' room.”

“It is,” I snicker, not really embarrassed the way I should be. I've done worse in more public places.

Her cheeks flood red, and I walk over to knock on the stall door that hides Ash.

“I’ll wait for you outside,” I murmur teasingly.

“Okay,” she says, nervous embarrassment in her tone.

The old lady’s eyes grow all the wider, and she shakes her head disapprovingly as I walk by her to head outside. If she thinks that was awkward, she would have died if she had walked in five minutes sooner.

I think that’s the quickest I’ve ever gotten off.



***

Ashiara



Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

I can’t believe I just fucked him again - in a bathroom!

I groan inwardly, wishing I could just slap myself. He definitely made me stop crying - if that was what he was trying to do.

After the awkward encounter with the old lady in the bathroom, my cheeks are glowing red. Now what?

Do I tell him I can’t do this project because he's confusing to be around? Do I tell him he’s fucking with my head? Or do I just grow a set and pretend like I can be an occasional fling while making a bunch of money?

I’ve never been touched by anyone the way he touches me. It’s surreal, and I’m addicted to him.

He’s holding the door open for me when I reach the outside, and he ushers me into the passenger seat of his car. He doesn’t look directly at me. Instead, he kisses my forehead a little icier than the blistering encounter we just had.

I can’t do this project.





Chapter Seven



A Crazy World



Ashiara



“So he fucked you in the bathroom, brought you home, and hired you some bodyguards, but you haven’t talked to him in a couple of days? What’s the deal?” Shannon asks while helping me bring in the last box of my stuff to lock up in the storage room.

“I don’t know, but I’m sick of moving. I’m just going to stay in the hotel until this psycho thing is resolved. For now, Tag isn’t my focus - Mr. Crazy is.”

“You mean, Mr. Sadistic Bastard Asshole?”

“Yeah,” I huff out while pulling down the door and locking it shut with the thickest padlock I could find.

“So the bodyguards... how are they doing?”

I look toward Leo and Gary, both men waiting and watching as Shannon loops her arm through mine.

“They’re doing okay. It’s not like they have had to intercept anyone rushing me, but they’ve dealt with the flowers and notes. I haven’t even seen what they've said these past several times, and that’s fine by me.”

Gary holds the door open to the Uhaul rental as I climb in the front. Leo holds Shannon’s as she hops in beside me, and they both nod toward us before shutting the doors.

“Well, I might get me a piece of Leo,” she whispers. “Damn, that man is built.”

I laugh a little, and then I shrug before pulling out into traffic.

“Sounds good. Go crazy, lady.”

I get a little sick, dizzy even, and I pull over quickly to open my door and expel the contents of this morning’s meager breakfast. That's the fifth time this week.

“Damn, girl. What’s wrong?” Shannon panics as I continue to heave.