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However, I didn't think I cared what label we placed on this.

Friends.

Acquaintances.

Lovers.

I did not care as she slipped a hand beneath the band of my trousers and fisted my length. She pumped me, her hand firm but soft, twisting around me. My teeth ground together as my arousal grew even harder.

I was already wound up watching her walk across the room in her slip, hearing her laugh, and seeing her swollen lips.

Usually, I was in control.

Normally, I was reading the woman's thoughts.

But right now, even when I tried to reach out to Dani's mind, her walls were up and tightly shut.

If she didn't stop soon, the night would end sooner than I wanted, and I was not done with her. It might have been the shortest night of the year, but this was only the beginning.

I would show Dani why she would never be able to forget tonight.

I grabbed her wrist, halting her, and growled, "My turn."

Chapter 22

DANI

Fuck.

That was the only word that came to mind when Fynn's eyes darkened. His fingers curled around my wrist, and he locked my arms above my head.

And for once, I didn't care if I lost this fight. Not when Fynn was pressing hungry kisses across my jawline, down my neck, over my collarbone. With each kiss, a trail of fire raced over my skin, my worries burning to ash along with it.

This—whatever this was—was a fight I wanted to lose.

Fynn sat up, and my heart sank.

Because this had to have been it—the moment he realized the egregious mistake we were making.

But when his gaze met mine, I knew I was wrong. He hadn't realized that. Because my friend was gone. Only a primal animal remained.

His hand hovered over the cotton waistband of his trousers, and a question flashed across his countenance.

"Are you. . .?"

"Am I?" I asked, the two words raw in my throat.

He swallowed, then cleared his throat. "Are you taking anything to prevent?—?"

I stared up at him. His sudden shyness was enough to force a laugh from my lips. "Yes, Fynn. I take a medicinal herb with my tea." With my hands still restrained by his, I twisted my hips. "Now, take them off."

He blinked, and the shyness vanished. He took off his trousers, kicking them off his ankles and grabbing his cock in his hand, pumping it once.

My lips parted, a small gasp escaping.

I had felt him press against me, but seeing his length was something entirely different.

I snapped my gaze up to meet his. "Are you simply going to play with yourself all night, Fynn?"

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