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“Semantics.”

I laugh. I am so not getting laid tonight. No sex in this fancy hotel room.

I move forward and lift Rylan.

Her arms swing around my neck, and she grumbles into my chest as I walk her to the bedroom, “Oh, shit.” Her nails grip my neck, and she sucks in a deep breath. “Too fast. You’re making my head spin.”

“Sorry, Little Bird.”

Her skin is flush, her hair is a rumpled mess, and her eyes lazily stare up at me as I place her in the center of the bed. Even unfocused, those hazel eyes burn with nothing but heat. Against my better judgment, my cock gets a little harder. It’s inevitable when she’s naked and looking at me like she is.

“I want you, Callen.” She pulls at my shirt.

“Not tonight, babe.”

“You’re no fun!” She rises from the bed and staggers to the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” I ask, afraid that I’ll be cleaning up her vomit in the next few minutes.

“I have to pee!”

I give her privacy but listen in case she’s actually going to get sick. Water starts to run in the bathroom, and when I look to see what’s going on, I find her standing by the tub, which is rapidly filling with water.

“Oh no, you don’t.” I move to grab her by the hips, but it only works against me when she grinds her ass into me.

“Have you seen this bathroom? Take a look at this tub!”

“Rylan, you’re drunk. The odds of you drowning in that tub are high.”

“Come in with me then. I won’t drown if you keep me safe.”

I’m not the man to keep anybody safe.

She kisses my neck and pulls at my clothing. While I’m distracted, Rylan successfully removes my shirt and gets to work on my jeans. I lean in and taste the skin that taunts me. She moans while I kiss along her throat, and my pants fall to my feet. The hot water filling the tub creates steam around us.

Rylan pulls back and licks her lips. “Get in the tub with me.” Her voice is authoritative, but her eyes and lips say, Please.

I step out of my jeans and pull my boxer briefs off. “Let’s get in.”

The tub is huge and can easily fit the both of us comfortably. I get in first and let the hot water wash over me. She follows and sits between my legs. Her head falls back on my chest, and she lets her eyes close.

“Oh, fuck, that’s good,” she mumbles.

I can’t help myself. My hands rub against her skin, and Rylan moans. When my cock hardens against her ass, I let out a groan of my own.

“I think I’m too drunk to fuck you right now.”

I laugh. “You are.”

“This feels really good, though. Keep touching me.”

My fingers rake up her thigh and then brush against her stomach. I touch up and down her skin, causing the water to ripple and stir.

“Where did you grow up?”

“Nevada,” I answer her with the truth without even considering a lie.

Rylan holds on to the outside of my thighs, and we sink lower into the water.

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