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Maybe just teasing.

“So, what you’re saying is, if I wanted you to fuck me again, I could just ask?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

My dick aches, my body on fire as I stare him deep in the eyes.

Nodding, he carefully gets up. I watch him intently, waiting for those words to leave his lips. He turns to look at me, leaning down a little and lowering his voice.

“Thanks for letting me know that.”

Then he leaves.

Chapter Ten

Tage

I smile to myself as I leave the bathroom, holding back a full-on laugh that’s bubbling up in my chest. The look on his face was priceless.

The man is desperate for me, and I won’t lie—I like the way that feels. Not because of him being rich, but because under all of the CEO bullshit, he’s fun. He’s kind. And he’s hot as hell.

And it’s not that I won’t fuck him again. Because I want to. I just need him to know that I’m in control. That I make the decisions, and he can say or do or buy whatever the hell he wants, and it won’t sway my decision.

Because it is my decision, and I’m strong enough to make it on my own.

I walk out of his room and across the living and into my bedroom, where I hop in the shower to wash up. When I’m done, I throw on sleep pants and a t-shirt. Then I make my way back to the living area, sit on the over-sized couch, and turn on the TV. I’m surprised he hasn’t hunted me down yet, but I guess it would make sense that he’s taking a while… he does have business to attend to.

Which has a bit of jealousy rising up in my chest. I don’t want him jerking off when I’m right here for him to use, but if he chooses that route, it is my fault. I’m just hoping he comes out here to argue about it. A little fight before fucking with him will be good. Playing hard to get? I like that.

It was good the first time, but add a little passion and frustration? It’ll go from a 9/10 to a 10/10, hands down.

I scroll through the channels, settling on The Unexplained. I’ve never been into history much, but the show is interesting and always holds my attention. I think it’s the way they dig into things and explain them.

Lane comes out of his room roughly twenty minutes later, dressed in sleep pants and a grey t-shirt. He drops onto the couch beside me and says nothing.

Not a single word.

His gaze is on the TV, and there’s nothing about him that tells me he’s annoyed.

He really must have jerked off in there if he isn’t holding onto any sexual frustration.

Fuck. I just ruined my chance to get fucked.

Okay, not really. He said all I had to do was ask, but if I ask now, he’ll probably tell me to go fuck myself… the same way he had to.

“You’re not going to say anything?” I blurt out.

“About?” he asks, sounding nonchalant. Keeping his attention on the TV, like he has no interest in me or what I have to say.

“Seriously?”

His head slowly turns toward me. He looks almost bored. “What do you want me to say?”

I narrow my eyes. “Did you get yourself off in the bathroom?” I ask.

The corner of his lips tug upwards. “Is that what you were imagining?”

“Did you?”