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I’m probably sitting here like a flustered idiot on top of him, frozen and useless. Forcing myself to focus, I start playing and move my character across the screen.

His hand slides higher with his fingers spreading across my stomach, and the heat of his palm against my skin makes my breath hitch. His thumb brushes just under my ribs in a slow drag that makes my entire body feel like it’s on fire.

Then his hand slides higher, and his thumb brushes over my nipple, circling it slowly in a way that makes heat pool low in my belly. His hand trails back down my stomach, and his fingers trace my V-line before sliding under my waistband. He drags his hand toward the center, his fingers dipping deeper into my boxers, and my breath hitches hard.

My cock swells hard and fast in my jeans, thick and aching, pressing against the denim until there’s a visible bulge I can’t hide. Heat floods my face and spreads down my neck.

If I stay here another second, he’s going to notice, and then what the fuck am I supposed to say?

I shoot off his lap and turn around fast, walking toward the hallway. “I forgot I need to send some emails. We can play Uno later though and hang out by the pool tomorrow, okay?”

Behind me, I hear him mutter something frustrated under his breath, followed by the sound of him throwing himself back into the couch cushions.

I make it all the way to our bedroom and close the door behind me, bracing one hand against the wall. My cock is straining painfully against my jeans, the tip already wet and slick enough that I can feel it through the fabric.

This is going to be impossible.

Chapter 11

Daniil

Imake my way to the edge of the pool and sit down, dangling my feet into the water while wearing Mikhail’s t-shirt over my swim shorts because I don’t really like taking it off. The sun beats down mercilessly, and there isn’t a single cloud in the sky. I’m probably blinding passing airplanes with how pale I am.

He tortured me last night and made me sleep on top of him again. I mean, I love it, but it’s the kind of torture that feels good and makes me want to die at the same time. I was still draped across his chest this morning and had to extract myself before he woke up, because the last thing either of us needed was him waking up to something hard poking into his leg. That would’ve been a fun conversation.

Mikhail spots me from the deep end and grins, cutting through the water toward me with powerful strokes.

Oh no.

“Don’t you dare.”

He grabs my waist before I can pull away and throws me straight into the pool. My head goes under immediately, bubbles rushing past my face as I sink. The water closes over me, muffling everything. I kick off the bottom hard and break the surface, gasping for air.

“Seriously, Misha?” I say, wiping water from my eyes.

He blinks at the nickname, something shifting in his expression before his grin widens. “You never call me that.”

“Maybe I should start.”

“I like that.” His eyes light up. “Want to smoke and play Uno?”

“Sure.”

His hand comes up to my jaw, forcing me to look up at him while his other hand pulls me in closer. My legs wrap around his waist, and he sinks lower in the water until we’re face to face, so close our noses almost brush.

His blue eyes stare into mine, and my cock instantly starts to swell. I curse myself internally. Is it possible to die from having too many boners? Because if so, that’s going to be the cause of my death thanks to him.

His tongue darts out and runs over his bottom lip, and my gaze drops to watch. I can’t look away from his mouth, can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like against mine again. When I drag my eyes back up, his are locked on my lips with the same intensity. He inches closer and his nose brushes against mine, making my breath hitch.

His grip on my jaw tightens in response, thumb pressing into my skin. It feels like the air won’t go in or out of my lungs, like I’m suffocating and drowning at the same time.

He inches forward again until his nose rubs against mine and our lips are barely an inch apart. I can feel his breath on my mouth, warm and unsteady.

His hand tightens around my waist, fingers digging into my skin through the wet fabric, and I shift without meaning to. My hard cock brushes against him, and the contact sends heat racing through my entire body. I bite back the sound threatening to escape.

His eyes darken, pupils blown wide, and his grip falters for half a second before tightening again. He felt it and knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

The water laps quietly around us, but all I can hear is my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. All I can focus on is the way he’s staring at my mouth like he’s about to close the distance.