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“Like hell you aren’t, and now they know it.”

And this time . . . this time, I take charge.

I’m being completely irrational. She’s at work, and I’m dying to fuck her . . . but hell if I care.

Some things can’t wait.

Some things are a necessity. Like air and water and food and Vaughn.

She wants a fight?

I’ll give her a goddamn fight.

But not with words. No. Those are weapons and something I probably can’t win with when it comes to her.

But this? I can win with this.

I push her backward so she’s against the far wall of the pod. Away from the door. More in the dark. When her back hits the wall, when my lips find hers again, when our bodies are pressed against one another’s, I push that hem up to do what I’ve wanted and dive my fingers between her thighs.

I swallow her gasp.

And then her moan.

As my fingers find her wetness and her heat and tuck inside her without any warning.

Good. God. What am I doing to myself?

“Fuck,” I groan as I force myself to stop, to voluntarily lose this fight.

“Cancel with your client tonight,” I tell her, my fingers still buried in her, my hand still wet, my cock still hard as a rock.

Only so I can win it later.

“No.” It’s part growl. Part moan. Both pure sex.

“What was that?” I ask as I chuckle against her lips and curl my fingers against the parts of her begging to be rubbed and fucked.

Her legs tense, her fingers tighten on my shoulders, her breath hitches. A simple “Ohhh” falls from her lips, its heat hitting my ear.

I still again. “Cancel your meeting.” I nip her earlobe and circle my fingers against the rough patch inside her. “And we’re going to finish what we started here.”

“Ryker.” My name breathless has never sounded better.

“Cancel.” A rub of my thumb over her clit so that she bucks her hips into my hand.

“Yes.” Another rub. “Damn it, yes.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

And without another word, I remove my fingers from her and walk toward the stairs.

Hell if that’s not the hardest thing I’ve ever done before. Leaving her wet and wanting while I’m hard and needing.

And need her I do. To abate my anger. To take a hit of the drug she’s become. To forget the bullshit.

To be mine.

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