Chapter Sterling 18

“Sir, I apologize you didn’t know sooner. We tried numerous times to reach you,” Patrick said.

“I was...occupied.”

Was that an acceptable excuse?

No.

Araneae McCrie had been in my presence for only a few hours and already she was diverting my attention and messing with my head. The last few hours flashed before my eyes in less than a second. Everything about her set my soul ablaze, from her apprehension when she boarded the plane to the defiance burning in her eyes when she refused to cover the dress.

Apprehension was expected, but what woman would refuse to cover a cum-stained dress?

The answer ignited my skin and brought my half-mast cock back to life.