She shoved me off and ran for the bathroom. The door mmed shut, the lock clicked.


    Christ.


    I rolled to my back and smoothed a hand over my chest. I was still breathing hard. Waiting until my heart rate slowed, Iy there, needing to get myself under control. What the fuck had that just been? It wasn’t sex. That was for damn sure. It was more like a rutting. Like we were animals needing to breed, which fuck, fuck, fuck.


    I had a day to grab our mark. One day. And we were here, fucking like animals. And even now, she was in that bathroom and my dick was stirring all over again.


    I wanted another round. I wanted more than another round. I didn’t want to stop.


    This was a problem.


    I cursed, sitting up, and ran a hand over my face. I’d barely slept in a week. I couldn’t remember thest time I had an actual meal, and we had tonight to do this, but I looked down at my cock.


    Hard.


    Fuck’s sake.


    And . . . Was that crying I heard?