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“And I’m kind of easy to read, I guess,” I said, already knowing the answer was a resounding yes.

His eyes were a whole world unto themselves. Blue and grey and reflecting the swirling snow outside.

I was in his trance, looking in his eyes.

He may as well have had me pinned up right against a fucking wall.

“I think you love it when we’re together like this,” he said, dropping his voice low as he ran his hand behind my head, lacing his fingers through my hair. “Say it. I want to hear you say it.”

I swallowed hard. I knew that I wanted him with every bone in my body.

“You can’t tell me what to say,” I teased him.

“Yes I can.”

The hint of a smile played at his lips and I knewheknew I was like his puppet on a damn string.

“I like it when we’re together,” I finally said, giving in.

His other hand slid down my chest and down below the water toward my stomach, and then down lower, gripping my very hard cock.

“You fucking love it.”

I moaned because I couldn’t help it anymore. “I love it when we’re together like this. I love every second of it.”

He squeezed my cock, humming in a satisfied way. “Was that so difficult?”

“You’re impossible,” I said, but my eyes were practically fluttering shut at how good it felt to have his hand around me.

“Fine, fine,” he said. “I’ll let you relax.”

He let my cock go and slid back to sit next to me, looking out the window at the snow.

No, no, no.

Don’t let me relax.

I instantly missed his touch. I wasn’t sure which was worse:nothaving his hand on me or having it there while knowing Iwas completely in his control. A sense of urgency hit me, hard and fast.

“I want you in my bed,” I said quickly, before I’d had time to consider it too deeply.

He looked back at me, playing innocent. “I thought this was just an offer for me to use your tub.”

“Fuck off.”

The mischievous smile returned. “You’re a busy man. Don’t you have work or something?”

I breathed deep, shaking my head. “Storm, I already canceled two calls and a dinner meeting I had down in Denver tonight.”

He lifted his eyebrows. “What?”

“Don’t make me regret saying this, but I’d rather be here with you.”

He hummed and lifted his arms up above his head, stretching in a self-satisfied way. As he stretched, water droplets ran down the muscles of his arms and pecs, like he was taunting me.

“I’dloveto share your bed tonight, Emmett,” he said. “I’m so glad you finally asked.”

“Shut. Up,” I said, knowing he’d use this as an opportunity to tease me.

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