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“If you touch me again, pretty boy, I’m going to beat your ass.”
“I’m pretty sure we already played this game, and I won,” Nate said, shoving himself to his feet with a laugh when Dominic swung at him. “Right. Up you go.”
They clasped hands, and Nate yanked Dominic to his feet. When Dominic was steady, they shook and did that half hug, half backslap that men often did, and I felt the tension in the room die down a little. Dominic’s obvious support of Nate was important for his success in the family, if he was truly interested in staying.
The fights were a show of strength we needed to prove he was capable by himself. My soldiers needed to see that Nate wasn’t some little bartender I had decided to play house with—he could hold his own. I’d had enough faith in him for that, at least, but from now on, Nate would have to pass or fail the Marcosa tests on his own.
“Congrats,” I said, leaning against the ropes. “Guess you’re the winner.”
Nate leaned down so that we were breathing the same air, and it was thick with tension that screamed rip my clothes off. “Do I get a prize?”
I hummed, not giving much of an answer. Having him close was addictive, and even though we weren’t in the place for public displays of affection, I was still hot from watching him fight. His little smirk said he knew exactly what he’d done to me. The question was, would he help fix the problem he started?
His grin softened just a touch. Less cocky, more sincere. “Later, angel.”
“Promises, promises.” Nate laughed under his breath, turning away to gather his things. It gave me my first up-close view of Dominic, and I wasn’t impressed. Minor cuts here and there, some blood matting his hair. At least everything was superficial. “You look like shit.”
He barked a laugh, grimacing as he tried to push his hair back, only to get his fingers tangled in the blood. “The kid’s got a solid punch.”
“Considering what he was trained to do, he should. Go get cleaned up.” I turned back to Nate. “You too. We have things to discuss.”
The easy grin fell off his face, and he nodded solemnly. “Your office?”
My family’s true identity was a secret I protected fiercely. Though I trusted my men and my family, recent events had me going for the only place I knew for certain was bug-proof. “My bedroom.”
There was heat there, but also more than a little concern. It made me anxious to find out just what Nate Black had been hiding. “I’ll be there in five.”
Thinking of how I desperately needed a change of panties and five minutes to myself, I countered. “Fifteen.”
Greyson wasn’t the only one who smirked at me on my way out the door.
Chapter Ten
Mari
Istripped on my way to the shower, not wanting to waste a moment. If I only had fifteen minutes, I wanted a good orgasm out of it.
The water warmed in seconds, and I was under the spray, rinsing off the sweat that had come from my workout earlier. I’d had to let it dry on my body to watch Nate fight, but it was worth every uncomfortable moment.
The reminder of him sweating, working hard as he tussled with Tennessee, sent my blood boiling, and the reminder that I didn’t have long before he came for me got me moving. The feel of my arousal on my fingertips, warm and wet as I circled my clit, was everything that I didn’t have time to appreciate. Trying to speed things up, I leaned against the tile wall and closed my eyes.
Imagining those wrapped hands on my body, us grappling on the mats, the firmness of Nate on top of me, had me panting. By the time I imagined him ripping off my pants and fucking me into the floor—with or without a few select guests watching nearby—my ears were ringing.
Maybe that was why I didn’t hear my bedroom door open or the footsteps that came after. I heard nothing until?—
“Mari, are you still—oh fuck.”
My eyes snapped open, and there he was, wet hair and blazing blue eyes. He’d found another pair of athletic shorts, and I could see just how much my unexpected peep show affected him. Fuck.
I had to lick my lips before I could speak. “You’re early.”
“Only by a minute.” His eyes darted between my face and my pussy. “I can leave if you want.”
Looking at him, I wasn’t sure an orgasm from my own hands would be enough. Now that something more was in front of me, I wanted it. The question was, would Nate give it to me? “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll stay,” he rasped. “You’re perfect.”
Considering I was still bruised everywhere, I doubted that very seriously, but I wasn’t letting my issues get between me and what promised to be an incredible time.
