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“Slade, what the fuck are you?—”

I don’t give him a chance to draw attention—my shoulder knocks into the door and I use his surprise to shove him back into the room so I can follow him inside.

His eyes shoot wide in shock before he opens his mouth again, and I realize I’m nothereto listen to him talk. My hand wraps around his throat and I twist his body, shoving his shoulders back against the door and pinning him there. I’m not used to it feeling like this, I’ll admit.

Zander is a tall motherfucker, with a lean body and enough muscle that he could fight back if I gave him the chance.

“Told you I’d see you soon, Dimples. I think you and I have something to discuss.”

Now that I’m here, I’m caught up in the feeling that twisted inside me when he kissed me earlier—the heat that slams through my body at the memory of his mouth against mine. There’s a flash behind my lids where I canseehow good those lips would look wrapped around my cock.

Fuck, is that why I’m here?

“Get the fuck out of my room, Kerian,” Zander hisses, and his voice holds all the venom that his body isn’t conveying.

If I’m not mistaken…

I arch one brow and lean into him, pushing my knee between his legs and…

My gaze drops along the length of his body, and I snicker.

“Either I caught you masturbating or you don’t want me to leave, Braithe. Which one is it?”

His cock twitches against my leg, half hard and plumping up with each second that I’m pressed against him.

I know what the answer is.

“Fuck you. I’m—I was—” He stutters over the words, and I’m caught in the way his eyes go wide and desperate, the way I can almost see him scrambling internally for an answer that will make sense.

Fuck me,I want him.

Iwantto make Zander Braithe beg for me, get on his knees for me. I want him needy and whining and an absoluteslutfor me.

The problem is, once Iwantsomething, I can’t let it go until I have it.

People might call me obsessed—I would saydetermined.

People might say I’m a sociopath—I just say I’m a man who knows what he wants and what he likes.

And what I want is Zander Braithecryingfor me.

“Come on now,Zandy.” I bite out the nickname and press even closer, so I can feel the heat of my breath playing off his lips while he tries to make excuses. “You can’t just kiss a guy and act like it didn’t happen.”

“I only did that to prove a point,” he bursts out instantly, and I grind my knee harder between his legs until I’m positive it’s just this side of painful, but he still gasps and his breath hitches in his chest. His eyes are wide and I watch the mostfascinatingflush spread over his cheeks.

“What’s the point? That you’re into me?’

“I’mnot—” My fingers on his throat tighten to cut off the lie and my other hand dips between us. My digits wrap around his hard cock and I squeeze until the softest little whine spills from his lips.

“Then what’s this, Dimples? Accident? Were you thinking about your girlfriend fucking someone else and it made you hard?”

“She’snot?—”

Still not interested in his excuses, I squeeze his dick again until the words catch in his throat.

“You know what I think? I think you were in here with your hand down your pants, thinking about what it felt like to have my tongue in your mouth.” I lean in, dropping my voice to a husky whisper as I press my lips against his ear. “I think you were in here wishing I’d show up and put you on your knees, feed you my cock till you were choking on it. I think, Dimples,that you kissed the big bad quarterback you hatesomuch and realized you wantedmore.”

He’s sputtering now, flustered and flushed, but he can’tdenythe way his cock jumps in my hand again and his pelvis twitches of its own accord, rutting against me.

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