Carlos's POV
I was getting seriously fed up with how Grace kept dangling my reward just out of reach. The sexual tension was killing me, and I refused to jerk off right now—not when I had a woman I was dying to fuck day and night.
My blood ran hot, and my libido was through the roof. If Grace would just give me the green light, I'd be screwing her for hours until I was completely drained.
Grace kept driving me wild with her teasing, but she always pulled back right when things were getting good.
I ran my hands through my hair in pure frustration as I stormed out of Grace's room and into mine. We were staying in two presidential suites connected by a door, so we could slip between rooms whenever we wanted, even buck naked.
Originally, I'd wanted us to share the same suite—we had nothing to hide from each other anyway.
But Grace had insisted on separate rooms because...
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