But Erin and all her clothes were gone.Shit.He’d done all he could do. And hell, maybe he’d gone too far, too extreme, bringing Drew in to give her the ultimate fuck without giving her a choice. But he’d known she would never agree if he’d asked her and he’d also known she would relish it—and she had. And, all things being equal, he didn’t see it as being much different than her and her girlfriend fucking him at the hotel, which is what had started all this.It had been…the most profound, intense sexual experience of his life. Up until meeting Erin, that honor had lay firmly with the night he’d spent with Marc and Diana a few years ago—but Erin had changed everything.He’d fallen in love with her, fast.And she’d run from him, just as fast.And the fact that she’d left now, tonight, after all they’d shared…hell, he’d tried his best to be patient and help her overcome her hang-ups, but he wasn’t gonna beg anymore.Part of him was tempted to—part of him didn’t want to give up on her, ever.
