Page 76 of Oathbreaker

“I...” I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I want.

I want him to come in here and fuck me. I want him to close the door and leave. I want him to kiss me gently, showing me his love. I want him to vocalize the disgust he’s never said he carries—but I know he must.

Do I know that?

The shaking gets stronger. “I don’t know what to do.”

The statement isn’t seductive. It’s raw, unsure. My eyes plead with him for the one thing I know I need: for him to take the next step.

I need for him to bring us back to some approximation of what we were, inch by inch.

His brows lower over his stormy eyes, and he steps fully into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The temperature goes up several degrees, even though I haven’t touched any of the controls.

“Did you ever play red light, green light as a kid, baby?” Hunter toes off his shoes as he says this. His clothes are pristine—it’s obvious he was ready to start his day of handling important CEO business, but now he’s in here with me.

He’s in here with me.

“Ye-yes, I have,” I stammer, and Hunter removes his suit jacket and cufflinks.

He smiles softly. “Good,” he says. “Let’s play a game, Sunbeam,” he says just as gently. Then he unbuttons his shirt. When his chest is free of the clothing and his slacks are unbuttoned, I force myself to swallow the saliva that’s pooled in my mouth.

I will not drool, even though this man makes me lose my mind with lust.

“What’s the game, H?” He’s fully naked now, and my clit thumps when I see his full erection.

Even if there’s a war brewing in my mind, my body remembers.

I want my mind to get with the program.

You can decide to work on that too.

He steps into the shower with me, the spray immediately wetting his hair. He slicks it away from his face and then moves out of the stream. Standing with his back against the wall opposite mine, the waterfall between us acts as a physical barrier.

“The game goes like this,” he says, his voice raspy with the same strength and command as when he spread me on my kitchen island. “I’ll tell you something I want you to do, and you tell me green light or red light. If you say green light, you do the action, but if you say red light, we move on. Sound good?”

I swallow again.

“Do I get to tell you what to do too?” I ask. I squeeze my nipple without thinking about it and find myself suppressing a whimper.

“Of course, baby.” The side of his mouth kicks up.

The feeling is heady, being this close to him but not touching. Being in the seclusion of the shower stall creates an entirely different level of intimacy.

A level that I could only conceptualize needing at this exact moment.

“How do we know who wins?” I lick my lips after I speak.

“The first one to come loses.”

Or wins, I think.

“What does the winner get then?” I ask.

He quirks his eyebrow.

“We can decide the prize together.” His look shoots fire through my body. “You ready to play, baby?”

All I can do is nod.

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