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James stirred in his bed from left to right, trying to calm his mind.
His night was sleepless.
At the beginning, his head circled around that case he so desperately wanted to win. He needed to give that small family some justice. His head trying to come up with some kind of miracle on his own.
But eventually, his thoughts drifted back to Selene. Wich was much more joyable but just as frustrating. Thinking about all the things he wanted to do with her, or to her. The urge inside him growing exponentially.
He still had to processed the fact that he was actually falling in love with her, not just sexually attracted. That was new territory for him. Or rather, very unwelcomed territory.
After his last 2 relationships failed, due to the women being after his bank account and not him, he swore an oath to himself that he would solely have women in his bed, not in his heart.
But Selene, that petite, big eyed, plum lipped sweetheart, changed his mind with the bat of an eye. One small smile on her full lips, one twinkle in her multi-colored eyes, one touch of her dainty fingers and he was done for. Loosing every last bit of self-restrain he might have had.
By now, in the middle of the night, staring up at his ceiling, only the moon lighting up the room slightly, he cursed himself for giving her the day off. Only now realizing, it means that he will not be seeing her for the whole day. No chance to be near her, no chance to accidentally touch her, no chance to hear her cute giggles, no chance to see her squirm under his gaze, no chance to see her in one of her skin-tight dresses. No chance to sneak a peak at her wonderful cleavage.
Nothing.
As his mind wandered back to Saturday night, he recalled feeling of her body on top of his. How soft her skin felt as his fingertips gazed over it. How he could barely register her weigh on him. How her hot breath fanned against his jaw, sending goosebumps over his skin. How her knee grazed over his crotch, making him feel things. As his eyes closed, imagining how she would lay on top of him rightnow, grinding on him, mewls of pleasure leaving her plump lips, his calloused hand wandered down to his full hard erection, starting to palm himself through the thin fabric of his black satin Armani boxers.
His breath picking up as he started to stroke his 9 inches repeatedly, imagining the hand touching him was hers.
Only by the thought of her, he got himself off three times that night.
Eventually, he fell asleep. Obviously getting way less sleep that night than usual, he nearly slammed his alarm clock against the wall as it went off in the morning. Contemplating if he should call in sick for the day, but he forced himself out of his king sized bed. Groaning out in utter frustration, he swung himself over the right side of his bed, bare feet hitting the cold marble floor.
