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LEO

Ithink we both know that I’ll be making the rules around here, for as long as you’ll have me.

What the hell had he meant by that?

I hadn’t stopped thinking about Jacob since our moment at the bar. One minute, he’d been playing things cool. And the next, it seemed like he was seconds away from kissing me?

Was he just a master at mind games? What would’ve happened if I’d closed the distance between us?

The fact that I didn’t know was driving me up the wall. I tried to distract myself with work, tried to spend my time going through texts from Tommy and emails from the rest of the crew.

But none of it was working. I knew that I was going to be a complete mess until I had dinner with Jacob and the rest of the guys, until I could get another moment alone with him and ask him to explain himself.

Nope.

I couldn’t live like this. I especially couldn’t work like this, being thrown off my game by a chance close encounter. I casually headed to the bathroom in my suite, with only one thing on my mind.

Jacob.

I leaned against the bathroom wall as I brought a hand down to my boxers. I closed my eyes and wrapped my hand around my cock, with thoughts of Jacob being the only thing running through my head.

Fuck.

I thought about the way he’d looked at me, the way he’dstaredat me when we’d first met. I thought about his hand on my cheek, our bodies so close together. I thought about what he’d meant by being the one to make all the rules, if that meant he was a controlling type.

Was he controlling in the bedroom, too?

I groaned at the thought, my shaft throbbing in my palm as I steadily stroked myself up and down.

Maybe that was exactly what I wanted. Maybe I wanted Jacob to be in control, for someone else to take the reins for once. My job was always so demanding, and I was always the one with all the answers, the one with all the responsibility, too.

I stroked myself faster, as I imagined Jacob being completely in charge of me, my hands tied behind my back, my body splayed out in front of him. I groaned as I felt myself harden against my palm, almost reaching the point of no return.

“Jacob… Jacob…” I whimpered out his name as I came for him, my come spilling across my fingertips. “Fuck…”

I’d quickly gotten dressedafter mymomentin the bathroom, knowing that dinner was going to be starting sooner rather than later. It didn’t take me long to put together something casual yet refined, deciding to go with a tucked dress shirt and tight black jeans. I’d even added an expensive wristwatch for good measure,even though it was less about showing off and more about fitting in.

My time in the PR world had taught me that fitting in just made everything else so much easier.

Of course, as I was opening my door and stepping out into the hallway, I bumped right intohim.

Jacob was stunning. His muscles were nearly bulging through his shirt, which made him evenbetter, the outline of his body obvious despite his clothing.

Just then, I felt a twinge of insecurity ripple through me. One, because Jacob may have been the hottest man I’d ever met in my life, which made me wonder where I fell on his own personal hotness scale.

And two, because I had a feeling that he already knew that I’d been touching myself in the bathroom while thinking about him, that he was somehow going to call me out for having a post-orgasm glow all thanks to him.

“You look amazing,” Jacob started, his eyes locked on mine. “Do you always dress like this? Or did you get all dressed up for me?”

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Did someone send you to do this to me? Is this some kind of test?” I pressed. “A guy like you just shows up on one of the biggest shoots of my life, and you won’t stop flirting with me?—”

“I don’t think I’ve done that much flirting, actually,” he corrected, with a small grin. “Maybe once. Maybe twice.”

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