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Shane's heart raced as he pushed open the door to his apartment, the anticipation of Gizelle's curvaceous body waiting for him was enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to his groin. The sterile environment of the MNC he worked at was a stark contrast to the primal urges that now consumed him. He needed her, needed to feel her warmth, her wetness, and the sweet surrender of her body to his relentless desires.

Gizelle was there, as always, her presence a beacon of carnal promise in the otherwise mundane space. Her eyes, dark pools of lust, met his, and he could see the unspoken plea in them. She wanted him just as much, but there was something else there too, a seriousness that he was all too eager to ignore for the moment.

"Shane," she began, her voice a tremor of need and hesitation, "we need to talk."

But Shane was beyond words, his body a tight coil of desire. He crossed the room in two strides, his hands already reaching for her, tearing at the flimsy fabric of her dress. The sound of ripping cloth was a siren call to the animal within him.

"Later," he growled, his mouth finding hers in a brutal kiss.