Jamal hastened his step as he walked towards the copter, already revving in the runway, his mind far away from the business proceeding he had at hand and more on the kiss he had just shared with his little firefly.
God knows how much self-control it had taken him to reign in the urge to throw her on the ground and fuck her raw while the men watched, but he hadn't done half of what he had wanted; despite that, he felt content with himself.
He had kissed her, and she had kissed him back, despite the hatred he had read from her eyes and her resistance, she had kissed him, and he had felt her shaking from the intensity of the kiss.
He doesn't have to suffer from wanting her because he could have other women in her place; there is nothing special about her; there are women like her all over the world, and if he feels the urge, he could just get one and satisfy his cravings.
