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T h i r t y - e i g h t
Even a few hours after, and I can't believe I'm still hard. I can't stop thinking about her. After all those years, being able to find her again, have her again, touch her, and kiss her. Hell, if this was what an addict felt on a relapse, I was screwed. She was some sort of drug that I couldn't stop wanting to have.
I'm currently in the middle of a meeting with a large staff, and I haven't been able to concentrate; the constant chatter is making me lose my temper, and the fact that I am really uncomfortable with my stubborn hard-on. Well, it is my brain's fault really, I keep getting replays of it all every single time I close my eyes; I can see her writing and move in front of me. Those throaty sounds and that crazy sexy smile. I'm doomed. I thought I was lost those years back, but now I'm really deep and fucked up.
Leaving her had been one of the hardest things I have ever done.
That damned phone call.
Out of the times to call, all the idle times I
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