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The steel rod in my pants was throbbing in time to the beat of her wiseass cracks.

“So I can leave when I’m done with you. That way you won’t get all clingy or try to sleep over. I’m not a cuddler, but I’m guessing you are.”

“Stop that,” I told her, feeling absurdly fond. “Stop being so adorable. I’m already hard. Now let’s go to bed.”

I stood. She didn’t. I raised a brow.

She shook her head. “Not right now. Tonight.”

I sat heavily and considered having an outright tantrum.

“That was cruel,” I told her solemnly. “You’re a terrible woman.”

She ignored me, focused on her computer like we hadn’t just had an earth-shaking conversation.

“At least let me see you naked,” I tried. “To tide me over.”

“Nope.”

“You’re no fun.”

“Liar,” she said softly and like she could see into my very soul. “You have so much fun with me.”

“Tease.”

“Horndog.”

“Ballbuster.”

“Wanton.”

“Can I just see a nipple?”

That got her eyes off the computer. “Just one?” she asked with heavy amusement.

“I’ll take anything.”

“Show me your dick.”

My brain stopped working for a bit there. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me, cupcake. Take out your cock, and I’ll show you a nipple.”

“That wasn’t part of the plan. We were going to pretend my hard-on doesn’t exist while I get you off, remember?”

“Are you going to whip it out or not, Thorn?”

“Don’t call me that,” I said, but I was already moving to lock the door.

I went and stood by her shoulder where she sat at her desk.

She turned slightly, looking up at me. She appeared so unruffled in that moment that all I wanted to do, the purpose of my whole existence, was to ruffle her.

I cupped the back of her head. Her lips were inches and a few layers of fabric away… It was a heady experience.

“Hey, now, that wasn’t part of the deal,” said Ro.

I chuckled. “I wasn’t doing that. I was just…”