Dammit.

My cock is a traitor.

I could have had a few more hours with Renee before she sends me packing, but the man downstairs is demanding relief—and God help me, I am overwhelmed by the fury inside of me to get naked with her. To feel her skin and listen to her breath and be as close as possible. To watch lust and wonder transform her incredible face. I need those things more than air.

I need them for the rest of my life, that's the problem.

And all I've got is one afternoon.

Okay ...