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David, not over a woman.
    She pressed a gentle kiss on my lips, before telling me, “I really want to touch you, don’t you want to touch me?”
    I couldn’t pretend I didn’t want to, because I did more than anything. What would it hurt just to have one night with her, just one night? David’s words streamed through my mind again, beating down hard on my conscience.
    I smiled as I bent down, kissing her cheek, before responding, “You are drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
    “I know what I’m doing,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
    “Listen, Violet, David told me about the breakup with you and your fiancé. Although I wouldn’t mind being your distraction tonight, you are a friend of Callie’s, my best friend’s girlfriend and I don’t want to risk my friendship with David by doing this. Plus, you seem like a nice girl who always does the right thing. You can’t tell me that you feel that this is right, can you?”
    “Chain, my whole life has been about doing the right thing even when I didn’t want to and I’m tired of it,” she grumbled.
    “But—” She pressed her finger to my lip, silencing me.
    “I’m tired of being good Violet, I’m tired of doing the right thing because people tell me to. I want to do things I want and right now, I want to do you.”
    I snickered at her comment. “I think you will regret doing this.”
    She arched her brow. “Then don’t make me regret it.”
    She reached down and placed her hand firmly on my growing erection, curling her fingers around it. I groaned and she grinned, leaning in to my ear.
    “Take me home with you, please,” she whispered. She definitely didn’t have to ask me twice. David’s words dissipated, my only thought was of her naked on my bed. I clutched her hand and guided her outside. We had to hail a cab, as David had taken my limo.
    Normally, when I hooked up with a woman, I would take her to a hotel or her place, never my apartment.  The women I was with often became stalkers so showing them my place was off limits. But I could tell Violet wasn’t that type at all. Plus it was close and I didn’t want to take any chances on her backing out.
    I walked to the elevators of the private entrance to my apartment. There were two of them, why I didn’t know, they came with the place when I bought it.
    “Is this where you live?” she asked me as she gazed up at the terrace of my apartment that could be seen over the elevators. My two-bedroom apartment was just one of the ten units that comprised the structure. It was 3500 square feet of bliss and luxury. It had a private heated pool that sat on the terrace, adjacent to the outdoor kitchen that could be accessed from the master suite. The whole bottom floor was made of glass so you could see out over the city of Philadelphia. The view was breathtaking and the biggest reason why I bought the apartment.
    The modern black-and-silver kitchen had a Caesar stone island with a European backsplash, commercial-grade stainless-steel appliances and a custom dark wood grain floor that flowed throughout the entirety of the apartment.
    The living room was open with ivory walls and matching leather couches and armchairs spread about the floors, recess lighting and glass walls facing the outside.
    A white-painted steel spiral staircase stood in the middle of the apartment, leading up to the loft above.
    But my favorite place in the apartment was the master bath, only because of the size of the shower. It was big enough to fit four people.
    “Yes,” I responded as I pressed the button to the elevator. Surprisingly it opened immediately and we stepped in. I pressed the up button and as I turned her lips were on mine.
    The kiss was dirty, filthy, lustful, her nails digging into the flesh of my back as she rubbed her body against mine. It was close to pornographic the way this woman was devouring me right on the spot and I loved every second of it. The fact that this nice, innocent