Nixon opened his eyes, and his hand shot to his numbing neck.

What happened? He asked himself. He was worried about Holley since the girl filed a leave without giving anyone a heads up.

After he tracked her down, he flew to England to the Jones estate. When he arrived, like his eyes knew where she was, he spotted her talking to Cain Fay. His blood boiled, and he bolted in their direction when something sharp struck his neck, and he lost consciousness.

Slightly shaking his head, he stood to his feet and fell back down, grabbing the bed for support. His brain ran in circles and his sight blurred while his body burned, aching in pain.

He scrambled to unbuckle his pants to let out his throbbing cock.

“Nrgh!” he groaned when he stroked himself. He was in hell while experiencing heaven at the same time.

Unghh . . .

Nixon’s eyes flew to that sweet, moaning sound. He focused his unsteady gaze on the girl lying motionless on the bed.

His gulped rang free across the silence of the room, and with difficulty, he crawled on the bed, not leaving his eyes on the girl for a second. When he reached her, he blinked. He seemed to be dreaming as the beautiful face of Holley Goldwood stumbled his view.

He stared at her, not minding the fire erupting from his groin pulsating to all parts of his body, which made his dick twitched in excitement.

Holley’s face was sweaty red, complete with teary eyes and moist lips. An alluring expression he couldn’t resist!

She was begging him to do her!

“H-Holley, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” Nixon whispered in her ears, and his mouth covered hers.