10: Gareth.

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 fine, ten minutes tops, because my balls are as sensitive as water balloons.

As Renee lets us into the VIP suite, I've got both hands beneath her tank top, playing with her pretty virgin tits. She's got that ass backed up into my lap and I'm groaning like a beggar, humping her through the built-in underwear of the skirt. Sweet hell, what position am I going to put her in? What is going to give her the most pleasure and ensure she has the best chance of getting pregnant?

The door opens and I lose any chance