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I try to hide my smile. “I think he’s confusing.”

“Because he looks like a girl?”

“He doesn’t, though. That’s why it’s confusing. Do you think he’s hot?”

Mal makes a dismissive sound. “No. Not my type.”

“You have a type now?”

He cocks his head and stares at me.

“Is it the tattoos or the shoulders?” I ask, making the decision to enjoy this.

“Neither.”

“Then what?”

“I’m not telling you why you’re attractive,” he says. “Dream on.”

“You wanna know why you are? Would that help?”

He laughs. “No.”

“It’s your nipples,” I say.

He grabs the nearest pillow and tosses it at me. I catch it easily and stand, tossing it back before I tackle him to the bed. He struggles, sort of—as much as a person can when his natural instinct seems to be to wrap his legs around my waist.

I kiss him hard, driving his head into the mattress as I grind my cock against his. We’re both half-hard already, and as we kiss, it only takes a few seconds to form full erections.

“I should message Bailey,” I say when I break away to take a breath.

“You’re thinking about Bailey right now?”

“Just wanna stay on track. Money’s not gonna make itself.”

He grabs my ass and makes me thrust against him, gnawing at my chin with his teeth. “I didn’t throwmyselfonto the bed.”

“But you were asking for it.”

“I wasn’t.”

I shove up his shirt, exposing his chest. “You were making me think about your nipples.”

He laughs and then yelps when I bite down on one. Soothing the sting with my tongue, I rub my cock against his relentlessly. Our phones ping with the group text again, but we ignore them in favor of moving further up the bed and shedding our clothes.

23

MALCOLM

Ican’t stop thinking about fucking. Ryan was stingy yesterday, and I got laid a grand total of twice. Once in the morning and one more time when we took a shower before bed. I did get to sleep over again, but I left early this morning to go back to my apartment and get ready for work. It’s for the best anyway since he walks to work with Jia, and it’s not like I’m not going the exact same place.

I wind up in the elevator with Miguel and a few other people I don’t know. He’s dressed in one of his usual statement suits, this one in a stunning garnet. He’s sneaking looks at me like he wants to say something and keeps chickening out.

I have no relationship with him whatsoever, so I don’t help him out. I pretend not to notice. Now that I’m in the building, I’m remembering Piper’s shitty attempt at undermining our project, and since he’s on her team, I’ve got nothing to say to him.

That all changes when I follow him into the conference room, he makes a beeline for Ryan, and they immediately leave together. Suddenly, I have plenty to say. To both of them.

Bailey doesn’t seem to notice, only gives me a once overwhen I sit next to her. “You look better,” she says. “You and Ryan make up?”

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