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Mitch was dying where he lay, horror-struck and horny and filled to the brim with bitter, breathtaking regret. He could have had it all, but he’d denied himself the things he longed for because he thought it was the right thing to do. He thought his desires would repulse or scare Hayley, that he’d be too rough, too dominating.
    But now she was with Ty , a man who clearly didn’t deserve her. How was that the best thing for her?
    And what about you? Do you deserve her?
    “You’re going to come like this, Hales,” Ty stated. “With me fucking you from behind while you’re wondering if anyone is going to stumble upon us. Maybe they’ll hang back and watch, just like Pete did that night.”
    “Yes. Oh, yes.”
    “Or are you too busy thinking about that loser who blew it with you and wishing you were with him and not me?”
    A muscle ticked in Mitch’s jaw. As the loser who blew it , he felt on some level that he deserved to hear all this, to listen to how comprehensively Hayley had discarded him. To face how wanton and adventurous she’d been with men who weren’t him. This was his penance for mishandling things with her two years ago. He should have been kinder with her.
    No. He should have been honest with her. He’d told her they couldn’t be together because he was her boss, instead of admitting how terrified he was. Terrified that he needed her too much, that those particular needs would frighten her, that he’d somehow tarnish her sweet innocence with his savage desire to own her completely, that in forcing her to submit to his whims he’d somehow break her.
    The woman out there in the trees, making it with a man where anyone could see or hear them wasn’t so easy to break. The kind of woman who participated in three-way exhibitionism wouldn’t shy from what Mitch wanted. His dominant tendencies were relatively tame compared to that. Mitch might have laughed if he wasn’t in such physical and emotional agony. He tried to block out the reality of Hayley’s words, the passion in her voice as she begged the man she was with to do things to her Mitch wished he could do. That he pictured himself doing just to make it through this torment.
    When Hayley moaned, “Oh, Ty, I’m coming. Fuck me harder, I’m coming,” Mitch inserted his own name for that of the other man. He imagined himself fucking Hayley as she convulsed around him. His cock twitched and burned with unfulfilled longings, but he refused to jerk off while listening to Hayley screw somebody else. He could exert that much control over himself, at least.
    The sounds of their combined groans and whimpers told Mitch they’d climaxed together. It was like having a sword slice through his gut. That their mutual pleasure was so much worse than everything else might be illogical, but Mitch didn’t want Hayley sharing her orgasms with anybody else. He wanted her to save them for him, to beg him for each and every one after he’d spent long hours teasing her to the point where she was no longer in control, where she gave herself over to him in every way. Her body, her heart, her mind. He wanted every part of Hayley Bryant to belong to him, just as he always had.
    Their whispered voices faded into the night as Ty and Hayley slipped along the path, presumably to their room. Their room. No doubt the uncouth surfer dude would have her there too. If Hayley were sharing Mitch’s room he’d certainly take advantage of it. He wouldn’t sleep a wink all night. He’d make it his mission to keep her in a constant state of arousal, to make her tremble with desire and weep his name over and over before he gave her the ultimate ecstasy then finally took his own.
    Mitch had always been a goal-oriented person, a planner. He was the type who identified what he wanted and did what it took to get it. He’d made a mistake two years ago by letting Hayley slip away from him. He wouldn’t make the same one again.
    Enjoy your night with her, Butler. The thought was