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Was I being snarky? Yes.

Did I care? No.

I was irritable as hell and had a raging hard-on for a man who was treating me like he’d stolen my virtue and now regretted every second of it.

God, was there anything more frustrating? Especially when all I really wanted was for him to pull that stupid wig off, take out those horrible blue contacts, and come join me in the shower.

I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, staring at my reflection in the mirror, and barely recognized the person I saw.

The blond hair had to go, and so did these clothes. Maybe when I was finally free of them I’d feel more like myself. I dropped the bag, peeling the wig off first and then the prosthetic nose and chin they’d added to change the proportions of my face. The contacts went next, then the horrible sheer top, and because I was punishing my stupid dick, I left the leathers for last.

I stepped under the warm water and reveled in the hard pressure of the spray as it hit my back, washing away the night’s activities. It wasn’t that I wanted to forget what I did with Lachlan, but morewhereit had happened andwhy.

If it had been after our coffee date or even a second meetup, I’d be memorizing every single second of it. But right now, I wanted to replace it all except the taste of him…the feel of him…and the sound he’d made when I first swallowed him between my lips.

Yes. That’s it…

Remember how his fingers felt in your hair.

How his cock throbbed on your tongue.

Remember the sexy way he ordered you to “suck it.” Now put him in this shower with you.

I soaped up my dick, turned to face the spray, and then braced one hand on the wall. It wouldn’t take long to get myself off, but I was going to make it count.

Closing my eyes, I took myself back between Lachlan’s spread thighs and the hunger I felt when he revealed himself to me for the first time. Long, thick, and veiny, he’d already been hard, cum leaking from the tip, and instantly my mouth had watered.

Even now, as I gave myself several rough strokes, I could feel the way I’d traced the length of him with my tongue. How he’d uttered a breathy grunt every now and then even when he’d been trying not to.

Shit.What I wouldn’t give to have stripped him naked, removed all the shit covering his gorgeous features, and had him in here with me.

My breath was coming out in pants now, my fist moving faster and faster. If I couldn’t have Lachlan the way I wanted—or the way I wanted him to wantme—then I’d pretend, right here, with the water washing away the evidence.

I came on a gasp, my cum spraying the walls with the force of it.

It was only when I finally stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel that I realized I hadn’t thought about the masked man all day.

20

LACHLAN

“ARE YOU GOING to stand in the doorway all day, or are you going to come in?”

King’s voice did nothing to soothe the throbbing headache I’d woken up with as I squinted against the morning sun streaming through the window of his office.

To say I was feeling last night’s activities would be an understatement. I tried to prop myself up and not look half as shitty as I felt. But it was an effort. My stomach felt as though it could take a turn at any second, especially coupled with the memories of what I’d made Cooper do.

I shoved off the doorframe and started across the wide expanse of the bossman’s office, and about halfway across the hardwood I heard a tsking sound from one of the French settees.

There, lounging back with his feet kicked up on thousands of dollars’ worth of furniture like he owned the place, was James “East” Easton. Otherwise known asoneof our illustrious leaders’ boyfriends.

Yes,oneof.

King always had been a greedy bastard.

“Stone. Lachlan Stone?—”

“I’m not James fucking Bond.”

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