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Maybe I needed a little danger in my life. Something new and exciting. Something I had no control over.

I leaned over her, kissing the shit out of her.

All rational thoughts left my mind.

Pleasure alone ruled my body.

Savannah brought my hand over hers, and we both maneuvered the vibrator until her body went rigid and her eyes rolled at the back of her head.

She screamed so loud when she came that I knew, without a doubt, the entire floor heard her.

My cock throbbed against my lower belly, ready to play, desperate for attention.

I rolled a condom over, flipped Savannah around, entered her from behind, and pounded into her until my balls grew sensitive and Savannah could no longer be on her knees.

I left her room, spent, but feeling lighter than I had in so fucking long.

The next morning, in my own hotel suite, after just a two-hour nap, I gathered my stuff, ready to board the private jet taking me back to Tennessee.

The images of the previous night swam in my head, leaving me with a permanent erection.

I had a show scheduled in Las Vegas next month, and right now, the thought of making a detour to Los Angeles while I was there seemed like the perfect idea.

A cocky, smug grin stretched my lips. Yeah, I needed another night with Savannah Prince.

To fuck the first one off my head.

Because I wouldn’t be able to think about anything else until I got a do-over.

That I knew for sure.