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Of course. It couldn’t just be decency. Yuriy never did anything without a game hidden underneath. For a minute—just one stupid minute—I’d thought maybe it had been something else. That maybe our truce could be for real.

“I don’t recall offering you a favor,” I said flatly.

He smirked. “So you’re going to deny me after I saved your life?”

My jaw tightened. “That’s a stretch.”

“You’re the one standing here without a scratch, aren’t you?” He leaned back against the sink, eyes bright with mischief. “Seems I earned at least a thank-you.”

The room felt too small. His voice crawled under my skin, and the heat in my chest tightened until it was easier to focus on irritation than anything else.

I folded my arms, every muscle coiled. “What do you want?”

“I want you to bend over, lower your pants, and let me jack off all over your ass.”

My breath hitched.

My cock twitched.

My nipples hardened.

Fuck him for putting such an image in my head. Me. Bent over the sink. Bare assed with him shooting his cum all over me. I should punch him in the fucking mouth for even thinking it, much less saying it to my face.

I didn’t bend over for anyone.

“What’d you say, Stas?” His voice dropped an octave, whiskey-like. Bitter. But so fucking addictive.

“What do you take me for? You expect me to bend over for you?”

He shrugged. “Why not?”

“No.”

“It’s not like I’m gonna fuck your ass, man. Just come all over it. You owe me that much.”

“I don’t owe you shit. Do you know how sick it is to expect sex as a favor?”

“How so?” He took a step, then another until we were practically nose to nose. “Then do it because you’re curious too. Admit it, Stas. You would have kissed me on that roof if my brother hadn’t shown up.”

“You’re insane.”

“The verdict’s still out on that.”

He dropped his hand and grabbed his junk, the movement drawing my gaze whether I wanted it to or not. I forced it upward to the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the glint of his nose ring, the infuriating curve of his mouth. His lips looked too soft, too full, too inviting.

Whenever he spoke, the silver of the tongue bar flashed, catching the light. How would it feel scraping against my tongue? My cock?

My pulse jumped, my breath stuttered. Christ. What the hell was wrong with me? Yuriy’s mouth was not mine to fantasize about. As much as stuffing my cock down his throat would shut him up, I didn’t get turned on by other men. And sure as hell not mouthy men like Yuriy.

I preferred my partners to be more reserved. Ones who never interfered with my business but took care of the home and children. I was a traditional man with traditional values, and any woman I dated had to complement them. Not that I’d done any dating in years.

“If you want a favor, stop fucking around and tell me.”

“I already told you what I want, Stas.” With his free hand, Yuriy reached behind me and grabbed my ass. Then he moaned while groping me. “Fuck yeah. I just knew you were caked up.”

I choked on air, my whole body turning to a block of wood. “Get your hands off me.”

“Five minutes.” He palmed, squeezed, and those little moans he made… Dizzy and confused, I couldn’t get my legs to work. Nor my hands to push him away. “Just five minutes and I’ll bust my nut. I’ll be finished before you know it.”