Dario’s POV

The door clicked shut behind her, and I was left standing in the middle of the room with my chest heaving and my cock throbbing hard against the softness of my towel.

I’d let her out of my grip.. Again.

“What the hell!” I muttered as a frustrated groan tore from my throat while I dragged my fingers through my wet hair.

I wanted her so bad, I wanted to feel her warmth again but only this time I wanted her to be aware of my touch..

“Control yourself, Dario,” I ...