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Chapter 22

Anthony takes a water bottle and I watch as his tatted hand flexes when he cracks open the bottle and Adam's apple bob as he gulps. He downs the entire thing and crushes the bottle after the water is gone. I imagine what that hand would look like circling my throat.

My hand involuntarily goes to my throat and I blush. Anthony's nostrils flare and his fists clench.

"I can smell your cunt."

I gasp. "You're crazy."

I can't believe his audacity. He's not wrong, but still. He doesn't have to point it out. I glance at his slacks and my eyes widen. His erection looks obscene.

How would it be if I just straddled his hips and gyrated against that? I cross my legs and immediately slam my thoughts to a halt. This perverted woman isn't who I am. I've never been so desperate for a man and I'm not going to start now.

Thankfully, the car stops in front of my hotel and I waste no time in getting out, but to my dismay, Anthony gets out too.

"I'm fine now. You can go on your way."

He buttons up hi
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