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My thoughts snag.
Kain’s mouth brushes the shell of my ear. “Touch every little flag.”
Heat creeps up my neck.
“Follow every branch.” His fingers flex on my ass. “Put my hands all over the characters you’ve been obsessed with.”
“That’s not how coding works.”
A soft laugh ghosts across my throat. “No?”
“No. You don’t touch the characters.”
“Shame.” His mouth grazes my earlobe. “I was looking forward to getting my hands on your Sentinel.”
My brain blue-screens.
“I’m going to sink deep into the code.” He walks me backward, one step, two, until my shoulders hit the wall. “Gonna make the whole game respond the way I want when I touch it.”
My cheeks burn hotter, and the business card crumples in my fist.
His body pins me to the wall, heat radiating through my sweatshirt, his pheromones thickening and filling my lungs until I’m dizzy. His hard cock grinds against my stomach through our clothes, and my dick responds, trapped tight behind my zipper.
“Tell me what you want, Bunny.” Kain’s mouth brushes my ear. “Use your words.”
“I want—” The first attempt fails. “I want you to apply for the job.”
His teeth scrape the shell of my ear. “Try again.”
My hips jerk forward, seeking friction. “I want release.”
“Better.” He slips a hand under my sweatshirt, his calloused fingertips scraping my ribs. “But I need specifics. Do you want me to use my hand?”
The wall chills my back, while Kain heats my front. The crumpled card digs into my palm, my breathing growing ragged.
“No,” I whine. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Until you can’t think about Julian Vey?” Kain’s thumb finds my nipple through my shirt and circles.
A whimper escapes me. “Yes.”
“Until you can’t think about Dusk Protocol?” His thumb digs in, and pleasure streaks straight to my groin.
“Yes. Kain, please.”
“Who gives you release, Bunny?” His mouth finds my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin below my jaw. “Say it.”
“You.” My head knocks back into the wall. “Only you.”
His hand leaves my chest to cup my jaw, tipping my head up. “Look at me when you say it.”
I force myself to obey. Kain is right there, close enough to fill my entire field of vision, and the naked lust in the way he holds me sends a shudder through me.
“You give me release.”
“Good bunny.” He works my sweatshirt up, exposing my stomach to the cool air. His mouth follows, hot and wet as it trails over my skin until he reaches my nipple.
He latches onto my nipple, and my back arches off the wall. His teeth catch the sensitive peak, and the sharp burst of pain-pleasure draws a broken sound from my throat.
