Thirty: Dangerous DistractionZacian POVThe door to the master suite remained closed for three hours. I spent that time in the living room, staring out at the Strip, a tumbler of whiskey in my hand, untouched. The silence in the penthouse was grating. I was used to noise—traffic, construction, the hum of the city below. But this? This was the quiet of a tomb. Or a cage. My mind kept drifting back to the bedroom. To the soft rise and fall of her breathing behind the closed door. I imagined stripping those sheets back, peeling that silk nightgown from her skin inch by inch until she was bare and trembling. *I wanted to wake her up with my head between her thighs, forcing those sleepy moans into cries of pleasure, making her wet and desperate before she even opened her eyes.* I checked my wa
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