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I grasp at a different straw. “You got too much shit going on.”

“Not anymore.”

I give her a flat look.

“I just went from three-a-days to three-a-weeks.”

“What about those six a.m. team lifts?”

“Only twice a wee—”

“And games?”

“Those—”

“And all the other shit they make you do throughout the week?”

“Okay, well…my nights are free.”

“As they fucking should be. That’s when you’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“Coming from the man who’s always keeping me up half the night.”

There goes my whole argument. All because I can’t get enough of my silver lining.

And if she’s working this hard to accompany me to a fight, that means she can’t get enough of me either.

Goddamn it. I’m not just budging. I’m breaking.

“You can come to one fight. One.”

Kota beams.

“Now get back over here and ride my cock.”

That smile disappears at the command, and I hold my breath, waiting to see what she chooses. It’s risky, telling her what to do, but there is a difference with me. I don’t have demands for her, only desires. If she wants to do this, she can. If she doesn’t, there’ll be no consequences from me. She knows that.

“I can’t actually.”

What the fuck? She was just riling me up until I caved?

It’s evil but genius. I have to be more careful about that trick. Now that she knows it works, she’s definitely gonna try using it again.

“Why not?”

“There’s, like, a hundred people outside that door.”

There’s probably only two—Dex and Tina—the rest most likely engaged in any number of illegal activities that take place in this warehouse. Not one of them do I give a fuck about right now.

In fact…

“Ride my cock so they’ll know who you belong to.”

“I don’t belong to you. I just…”

“Fuck me?” I guess while snatching the bottom of her sweater and dragging her to me.

She mounts me without prompting, her elbows on my shoulders for support as she waits for me to guide her over my stiff cock.