Chapter 3Dante woke up Saturday morning with a hard-on after a night of dreaming about Noelle. She had never mentioned anything about whether or not he was allowed to come—it probably hadn’t occurred to her—but he ignored his erection. He might have some second thoughts about their arrangement, but his body didn’t have any second thoughts. His body knew exactly what it wanted.
Saturday passed slowly. Dante tried to pretend it was a regular day. He worked out in his private gym and cooled down with a jog around the neighborhood. He made a few phone calls. He responded to his e-mails. He did some paperwork. He tried to focus on his routine so he wasn’t focusing on his watch, or focusing on his c**k that was still semi-erect. But it didn’t really work. Because nothing he did would push Noell
