Chapter Eighteen

Ashton

After a long day of meeting with the men from Asia to negotiate for a new batch of Arabian Strikers, I was worn out and mentally stressed.

It hasn't been easy these past few days and right now, all that my body desires is a woman's touch. The delicate care of a woman's tender attention.

I groaned, my right hand instinctively finding it's way to my crotch to rub mildly as the cold water splashed angrily from the shower host. As I shut my eyes without meaning to, the first person that crossed my mind was her.

My mate. Gwendolyn.

I snapped my eyes open, grunting in displeasure. Damn her! Damn that cursed creature for coming into my life to suddenly cause chaos where there used to be none. I used to be happier with my life. Alone. Without having to desire anyone in particular but the willing warmth of any woman my cock finds wet at the point of penetration.

"Arh!" I sighed, throwing my head back as a sweet hot sensation hit my nether nerves, and I increased the pace of my stroke,