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I’ve been through a lot in my life, and I’ve always been able to stay in control of myself.

But not when it comes to Annie.

No matter how fucking hard I fight to suppress how she makes me feel, the instant I lay eyes on her, it all goes to hell. We end up staring at each other, and seeing the desire on her face doesn’t help one bit.

I’m walking around with a semi-hard-on half the night.

Instead of getting it all under control, it continues to spiral.

For the past two weeks, Annie has been all I can think about. Twenty-four-fucking-seven.

Whenever I fall asleep, I dream about her. This morning, I woke up coming in my pants. That’s never happened to me before.

If the tension keeps building between us, I’m bound to snap.

The door opens, and when I glance at it, Miles says, “Are you coming in to shut everything off so we can head home?”

“Yeah.”

I head back into the kitchen and switch off the fryers. While the oil cools, I load the dishwasher and wipe off the counters.

When I swipe the rag over the wooden ledge of the pass-through, my eyes lock on Annie as she bends over to shove her apron into the shelf by the counter.

I instantly get hard from her ass wiggling in the air, and when she straightens up and adjusts her shirt, the fabric spans tight over her breasts for a couple of seconds. It’s long enough to see that her nipples are hard.

Then she fucking laughs at some shit Harlan says while her eyes sparkle like emeralds.

I throw the rag at the sink, and grabbing the trash bag, I take it out and toss it in the dumpster.

My body is wound tight with desperate need, my cock aching behind my zipper.

The heavy metal door opens, and I hear Annie say, “See you tomorrow.” She shuts it behind her and doesn’t notice me as she walks toward the side of the building.

Instinct takes over, and with my eyes locked on my prey, I move forward.

By the side entrance, she keys in the code, not even glancing around her. She enters the stairwell, and I catch the door, slip inside, and silently shut it before following her up the steps.

As her hips sway from side to side, my hands itch to grab hold of her. I want to get drunk on her sweet taste.

Reaching the landing, she digs her keys out of her pocket, then she suddenly glances behind her, and her eyes widen with surprise. “God. My heart! I didn’t hear you.”

When I move fast up the last few steps, a gasp bursts over Annie’s lips. She stands frozen like a deer, and it spurs on the predator in me.

I grab hold of her hips and push her backward until she knocks into the wall between our front doors. Annie drops her keys, then her fingers dig into my shoulders.

Our eyes meet in a heated stare filled with so much longing, it’s all I can focus on.

“This is very confusing,” she says. “It’s really difficult to tell what you want, and it’s giving me whiplash.”

“You.” The word rumbles from my chest. “I want you.” I lean down and claim her delicious mouth, going from one to a hundred in under three seconds.

Just like the night I pinned her against the wall in the alley, I push my leg between hers until my thigh presses against the heat coming from her pussy.

My tongue and teeth feast on her, my breaths ragged.

When I get to drag my palms up her sides, a groan rumbles from me, and it’s met by a needy whimper from Annie.

We’re complete opposites.