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Smith drummed his fingers on the bar, looking at the couple next to him. They were passionately snogging, really going at it.
It made him think of his latest relapse with Cameron, last night in his office. The woman was like a drug he couldn’t kick, driving him mad with need if he went too long without a hit.
Smith had just been so f*****g angry with her after seeing her with that friend of hers the other night, that when she had confronted him and protested that there was nothing going on between them, he’d lost all semblance of self-control.
He’d cornered her, just needing to feel her. To taste her and hear her pleasure at his hands.
Bloody well attacked her, is more accurate, Smith grumbled internally to himself.
He was not proud of his impulsive behavior, but he couldn’t bring
