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Once the bathroom door snicks shut, I kneel down, gripping Shilo’s thighs tightly in my hands.

“Do you understand what you’re asking, Shilo? What you want from me?”

His throat flexes as he squirms under my touch. “Just sex. Right?”

“And only sex. No dates, no cuddling, no cutesy good morning and goodnight texts. Just one or two good fucks a week, and that’s it. I don’t think you can handle that.”

He rears back, lips curling over his teeth when he shoves me away. “I can handle whatever the hell I say I can. I’m shy, but that doesn’t mean I’m weak. You don’t frickin’ know me.”

Well, shit. Consider me put in my fucking place.

My mouth twitches as I fight a smile, raising my palms in surrender. “You’re right. I just want to make sure we’re on the same page if we’re going to do this.”

Crossing his arms, Shilo squints, pursing those pretty pink lips. “Just don’t treat me like a trash can afterwards, and we’ll be fine.”

With a wince, I lift to my feet, reaching down to offer him my hand. “I think I can agree to those terms.”

As I pull him up, he stiffens, blue eyes flying wide. “W-wait, are we starting right now?”

I give him a blank look. “You just puked, and your sister is probably waiting right outside that door, so I’d say no.”

“Ah.” He bobs his head, stepping out to the sink. “Yeah, you’re right. She’s a real boner killer.”

Yes, and probably my killer when she finds out what I plan on doing with her little brother.

“Tomorrow, come to my condo around eight. I’ll text you the address and the gate code in case you forgot.”

Everything about this is wrong. I’m his boss, sixteen years older, and my brother is dating his sister. He’s young and inexperienced. There are so many red flags being raised, but fuck if I can bring myself to say no. Because I’m a selfish bastard, and the memory of Shilo’s tight little hole stretching around my cock has been replaying in my head for weeks.

Fuck, what have I just gotten myself into?

Shilo

The last time I was in this elevator, I was so nervous I almost passed out.

Thinking back to that night in August, I recognize now how extremely reckless it was. God, he could have been a serial killer or something, but I followed a stranger up to his penthouse because I was horny?

In my defense, all my blood was busy fueling the wrong head. Much like it is now. As I watch the numbers tick up on the elevator to Ryann’s condo, I palm my dick over my sweats.

I’ve been annoyingly hard since that day in his office when I humped his shoe—which I’m still embarrassed about, by the way. Never thought he’d actually agree to my offer of getting each other off. Together. Mutually. Yeah...I may or may not have jerked it last night and this morning to the idea.

As the elevator stops at the penthouse floor, doors opening with a resounding ding, I swallow my nerves and step into the foyer. Other than a text asking if we were still on for tonight, which Ryann sent a dry yes to, I haven’t heard from him all day. It makes this even more daunting because I’m unsure what to expect. Will he...try to have sex with me again? Will it burn like last time? Do I want it to?

Bare feet pad over the tile to my left, and Ryann steps out of the living room dressed in nothing but joggers, inked torso on display.

“I wasn’t sure you’d show,” he says, dragging a hand through his dark hair as he leans a hip against the entryway, and I take a moment to admire his tan exposed skin. It’s jarring to see him in something other than the suits I’ve gotten used to over the last few weeks.

“I almost didn’t,” I find myself saying, mouth dry at the sight of his tattooed abs, a thick line of hair leading from his belly button down to the hem of his pants. Last time, I hardly got a chance to study his body. Examine that burn scar on his leg.

“What changed your mind?”

Glancing up briefly, I twist my lips at the bulge currently tenting my crotch. “It’s been hard for almost twenty-four hours, and I think I’m getting lightheaded.”

Ryann snorts, pushing away from the wall as he strolls toward the kitchen with his hands in his pockets. “Come on, I’ll make you something quick to eat.”

“But I already ate.” Following him with a frown, I stop short just before an island, taking in the white granite counters and dark wooden cabinets.

He pauses, turning to throw me a skeptical glance over his shoulder. “Recently?”