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I settle on him, taking back a little of my power when I feel his thickness press against the center of me.

"Ellis," I whisper back, a tease of my own.

I lean closer, the warmth of his breath skating across my lips.

At first, it's a tease, a promise of nothing with a hint of retribution for the way he's made me feel.

But I misjudged just how wound up he's made me, and resisting his lips becomes impossible.

I last about a second and a half before my hovering lips are pressed against his, but he doesn't waste even a second. It feels like electricity runs up my spine the second his tongue brushes against mine.

The groan that rumbles from deep in his chest proves he's not as immune to me as he'd like me to think.

I whimper with need, but the light chuckle he emits brings me right back down to earth.

I don't miss the way he reaches for me, his wet fingers gliding over my hips, as I stand and climb out of the hot tub.

I'm praying as he watches me walk away that he can't see just how weak my knees are.

Chapter 21

Heathen

I swear it takes half an hour of me sitting in the hot tub, begging for relief, before I'm capable of getting my body under control after she sauntered away.

What started out as a way to tease her and get the upper hand left me feeling like a preteen that got a glimpse at the damn underwear advertised in a mall window.

I'm not so perverted that I'd bring myself to completion in the hot tub, although I thought about it and fought the idea a little longer than I should've.

Instead of going inside immediately, I sit in a lounger with a towel wrapped around my waist for another couple of minutes, so I can go inside and not have to go upstairs immediately. I don't know what would happen if I opened the bedroom door and saw her in the bed, or worse, found her in the shower.

My eyes cut toward the stairs to the second floor when I come up out of the basement, and I swear my cock jerks, urging me in that direction.

How in the world did my teasing her turn around to torture me?

Talk about an epic failure on my part.

The door to the conference room is wide open, and I glance inside, finding Rooster with his face lit by multiple computer screens.

"Playing online games?" I ask as I enter.

"Not really the type to play games," he mutters, not pulling his eyes from the screen. "I'm more interested in learning."

"What are you learning about today?" I ask, just to keep the conversation going because if I can engage with him, it'll be better than going upstairs and engaging with Kaylee.

"DimaTkachenko," he says without looking up.

"Really?" I ask, scooting in closer.

I grab the back of one of the rolling chairs near the conference room table and drag it toward his station, taking a seat and looking at the screen.

"Holy shit," I mutter. "Are you like some sort of savant?"

"I'm good with a computer," he says, as if there's nothing weird about the different windows popping up at a ridiculous speed, and then minimizing is completely normal.

"And you're reading all of that shit?" I ask, pointing to the three computer screens.

His fingers stop moving over the keyboard and his head turns slowly in my direction.

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