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right.
    Who’d done it?
Chances were good they weren’t even targeting Ana. Drugs like that
flew around at those kinds of parties. And who even knew what it had
been? True roofies weren’t all that common any more, but giving a
girl some X or a
little benzo, that happened all the time. Hell, more than half the
time it was the girl choosing to take it herself, wanting to loosen
up and join the party full-throttle.
    When Ana had also
realized what happened yesterday, I’d kept my cool. I’d kept my
fear and my temper under wraps. I didn’t want to frighten her. But
I was furious, especially at myself. I should have protected her, but
I’d been off, pulled around in ninety different directions instead
of by her side. It pissed me off that there was so much out of my
control. Money, wealth, fame meant nothing if I wasn’t able to care
for the ones I loved.
    There was that L word popping into my head again. Crazier still, it was starting to
frighten me less. Three weeks together and I was already thinking
like a lunatic.
    The warm water pounded
down onto my shoulders and back. I was holding a lot of tension.
Coiled up, I needed Ana for release.
    When she woke up, would
she remember the conversation we had last night? There in the dark,
just the two of us in the bed, it was as if we’d been transported
into another world. I’d felt as if she’d opened the door to her
fantasies and allowed me entry.
    Leaving her in that
moment had taken about all of the restraint I had and then some. I
almost hadn’t been able to do it. She’d been quivering and
panting, so swept away by my words, the suggestions I made to her. So
eager to explore, to tap into all of the erotic energy pulsing
within. But it had also taken her all of three minutes to fall
completely asleep once I’d told her to get some rest. She was ready
to go, but she still needed more time to recover.
    Hopefully, today would
be different. I didn’t know what the future held for us. I knew
what was planned in our contract and I didn’t like it. A break up
in one week. But that didn’t have to happen. If the world liked me
dating a sweet children’s librarian, who said I couldn’t keep on
dating her? I knew it was crazy to be thinking like this, so wrapped
up, wanting so much more. We’d only known each other for three
weeks.
    But it wasn’t a
normal three weeks. We’d traveled to Paris. Met each other’s
families. Hell, I’d proposed to her and she’d accepted.
Yesterday, I’d taken that ridiculous ring off of her while she was
asleep. As much as I liked the thought of seeing her wear my ring—and
yes I did—that wasn’t my ring. That was Lola’s ring. And it
looked like a reminder of everything that was fake, everything she
wasn’t. I didn’t like the reminder. Plus it just looked almost
uncomfortable, like she’d smack her hand against something and it
would hurt.
    I didn’t know what
would come next between us. But I did know we had a couple of days
together now, just us. No interruptions, no interference. No
paparazzi, no groupies or other celebrities or PR reps. My phone was
turned off. We had a playground before us, and we didn’t have to
share it with anyone else.
    In the warm, steamy
shower, my cock pulsed with need. Hard as a rock. I’d been hard
since last night, pressed against her in bed. Feeling her desire,
stirring up her lust, so close to her wet center I’d almost said
fuck it and lost myself.
    I’d wanted to come in
her with a fierce, primal need, like a fucking firehose. The need
hadn’t exactly abated overnight. I hadn’t had Ana in days, not
since Vegas. Technically it was only two days, but it felt like two
years. I craved her like I had never craved anyone before.
    I brought my hand down
to my shaft, wrapping my fingers around it. Stroking my length, I
could feel the release so close. Veins pulsing down its length, my
balls tight with come, I pumped myself. It would feel so good to
come, to explode.
    But I took my