Chapter 21 - Ashley | Warehouse

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"Never let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game."
- Babe Ruth

" - Babe Ruth

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The weekend was terrible. After the rehearsal dinner it got worse and the rest of the free days I had were messed up too. My parents forced me to stay another two hours after Harry left. During that time I was so fucking on edge. I had never been so horny and sexually frustrated in my entire life. It was horrible.

I couldn't think about anything but him and his fingers... He had set this up on purpose. That Bastard.
And I hate myself for giving in to temptation as soon as I got home....

...but it was so fucking good. I don't think I've ever come as hard and as often as I did that night. All the frustration and tension was gone when I had my first orgasm.

Every time I had one I gave myself a slap as a punishment. I hated myself for only being able to come because of the thought of him. He didn't deserve that I thought about him even for a second.

But there was no other way.

After I had allowed the thoughts I let myself drift according to my desire. A small part of me regretted not doing it sooner. But my pride and ego stood in my way all the time.

After Harry's little action at the bar, which had driven me completely insane, I couldn't help it anymore and had to do something about this pressure in my stomach. If I hadn't had a climax, I probably would have jumped off the roof.

It was so wrong to be touched by him and yet I was already dripping wet after the slightest touch. He just turned me on so fucking much.

How can something that is so wrong be so good?

I am weak. Since when am I so easily influenced?
But I wouldn't have held out any longer either. After all, no one needs to know what happened in my bedroom for the rest of the weekend. Never. Harry's ego would explode if he found out. That was not going to happen.

I will take this secret, as well as many others, to the grave.

Being back at work, knowing that I masturbated over the weekend at the thought of the man I actually need to seek and find was...weird. It was wrong and super unprofessional.

I felt like a horny teenager. But the built up stress of the last weeks was gone. Additionally, I went to the gym on Sunday to just shut my mind off for a few hours and work out. I boxed until I thought the punching bag would tear out of its holder any second.

So the last stress of the last weeks flew away. Or better said, like boxed away. But I also knew that I had to take care of my Harry problem. He was poisoning my thoughts and weakening my resolve. That's got to change.

For now, though, I felt more comfortable in my skin again. More like myself. Now I could concentrate again on my tasks.

Piper, Layla and I were sent out of town to bust a drug ring. The FBI had been working with the police for months, gathering all the necessary information. But still, they couldn't do it alone.

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