Page 211 of Well Played

Tully took a deep breath. “The mistake was mine. I lost concentration, and?—”

“I saidnot now.” The new guy didn’t take his gaze off Kaden.

Kaden lowered his pointing finger. “So you didn’t?—”

“I am in charge. This is on me.” The man’s gaze shifted from Kaden to the entire team. “I should’ve ended the routine and told you about the change. Then we could have restarted. I should never have risked your safety by attempting a changeover midway.”

“Again, if I may….” Tully stepped forward. “This is on me. I was responsible for the ropes, and I mistimed the shift. I accept responsibility?—”

The taller man huffed.

I hid a smile. The amount of testosterone in this space threatened to overwhelm.We’re at a standoff.I stepped forward, right between Kaden and the new guy. My gaze, however, met Tully’s. “Shit happens. No one got hurt. We really do need to go over the routine again. I’m going to stretch, drink some water, and go again.” Finally, I met Kaden’s gaze. “Right?”

He ducked his head for a moment. He never gave deference to anyone except the director, the producer, and me. And even then, he offered it to me with reservations. He liked being in charge. So I let him.

In the bedroom.

As for our partnership on the trap? That was a sixty/forty proposition with me being the top dog. By a fraction.

He met my gaze. “Of course. You’re right.” Then, in a whisper only I could hear. “You’re almost always right.”

I grinned. “And don’t you forget it.”

2

Kaden

I pressedYaz against our hotel room door as soon as it shut. My mouth took hers in a bruising kiss.

A punishing kiss.

Of course, I wasn’t mad at her.

And she knew it.

I was, however, still angry. At the asshole who nearly caused me to drop Yaz. At the man who took responsibility instead of getting angry at the guy who’d fucked up. I thrust my tongue into her mouth.

She parried right back.

Except…I had to admire a guy who took responsibility when he was in charge—even if he hadn’t been directly to blame. And, under his glare, Tully had sweated buckets. Perhaps he hadn’t needed to shout for his disappointment to be clear.

I snagged the hem of Yaz’s sweatshirt and only broke the kiss long enough to yank the damn thing over her head.

Ah, hot damn. She was braless. With her high, firm breasts, she didn’t need one. She often wore them to prevent future sagging—except when she knew I wanted quick access.

Well, to be fair, when she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Which was pretty much all the time.

I took her left nipple into my mouth while I snagged the right between my index finger and thumb.

“No fair.” She ran her hands through my hair. “You’re going to make me come, and you’re still fully dressed.

She wasn’t kidding. I could make her come with just nipple play. She was so damn sensitive. Without warning, she arched her back to thrust against my mouth.

I bit her nipple.

She squealed.

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