Darius’s POV

It’s been three fucking days, but the only thought in my head is Rachel. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her smell, her touch, her voice—everything about her haunted me.

I wanted her, all of her.

I tried to focus on my work, but even that was impossible. I found myself thinking about her during meetings, while reading reports, and even while talking to clients. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the memory of being inside of her.

I hissed in ...