I knew there was no escaping Caterina from my mind. The near-constant self-indulgence over the past few weeks has only intensified my desire for her. No workout can distract me, no amount of pressing tasks can clear her from my thoughts.
I’m overwhelmed by an almost relentless craving for her scent, the sweet taste of her skin, and the irresistible allure of her. I’d give anything to bury my face in her, my body still buzzing from a grueling gym session.
Seeing her in front of me now, with that vulnerable look in her eyes, only heightens my need. The impulse to take her in my arms and reacquaint myself with her is nearly uncontrollable.
Watching her on the security feed is agonizing—painful to see her without touching her. It’s a desperate fix. Often, I find myself resorting to the sight of her getting in and out of her car, needing that visual to relieve the tension.
It’s a miserable situation, but it’s my reality. Every instinct drives me to go to her, to touch her, to hear her reactions. The urge to hear her moan my name is overpowering.
And she would. She’d moan my name until she went hoarse. Until tears rolled down her cheeks and her cum soaked into the sheets.
Discipline might be the most critical quality for a man in my position to possess. I couldn’t have gotten this far without it. Nothing has ever tested me the way this girl does. I don’t know where this hold she has over me comes from.
I don’t even know for sure whether I want to break it. It’s torture to want her, but the thought of being without her is unbearable.
It’s enough to make me hate her, this hold she has over me. She exposes every weakness, even those I didn’t know existed. I hate her for that, too.
Good thing she walks away when she does, or else I might have to make her pay for what she does to me.Run, little rabbit, run while you can.
Roger turns, quirking an eyebrow. I doubt he knows anything about Caterina and me. When I asked him to check on her earlier, I phrased it casually, like it was one of his normal tasks. I’d just gotten off the phone with Tatiana, too, so I played it off as a stream-of-consciousness sort of thing.
I was looking forward to having her home. One more reason to stay away from Caterina, one more layer of protection. I can’t fuck around with her while my kid is here. I should never have fucked around at all.
Now, her return date is vague at best. She’s a pro at double-talk, running around in circles. I’ll have to think about her later when I’m not so close to blowing a gasket.
“What?” I demand of Roger when he stares at me.
“Nothing. She looked scared.” He glances in the direction she fled before shrugging. “Did she piss you off?”
I only shake my head. “Forget it.” My throat is so damn tight, but not as tight as my shorts. It was that scared look on her face. It does things to me.
“She’s fine, if you were still wondering.” He heaves a sigh while following me to my office. “What were you going to ask when you first came up? You wanted me to check something.”
I hardly remember saying a word before seeing her. She has a way of wiping everything else out of my mind. “I want you to check on the shipment that was due to leave from the harbor overnight,” I tell him once I remember. “I didn’t receive confirmation, and they always call.”
He sighs again, only this time, there’s an edge to it. “I already called over since I didn’t get confirmation, either.” He’s so efficient. It’s almost scary.
“And?” I demand before gulping down some water.
“It didn’t go out. They called it a mix-up with the barge schedules.”
“That shipment was going down to Miami, for fuck’s sake.” My rage grows with every word until I’m sure the top of my head’s going to blow off. That shipment means a quarter of our earnings this month, not to mention the goddamn relationship with the Florida families. “Do you know how long it took to establish those relationships?”
“I was here when you established them,” he mutters. “I know. What do you want to do about it?”
“Is the shipment still down at the warehouse?”
“Supposedly, yes, and ready to go out tonight.”
I didn’t plan on doing damage control today, but that’s the nature of the job. You can’t assume when you wake up in the morning that your day will go as planned. “Let me call down to the Miami contacts and explain this. We head for the warehouse after that.”