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“And what will you do, Director? If I touch you and leave you hanging?”
“I will—” she licked her lips, “—make your life very difficult.”
“And how have you made it easy?” I shifted closer, letting my breath coast over her ear. “We are as tangled as things get.”
She tilted her neck a fraction, and her eyes fluttered closed. “I mean it, Sam. Don’t touch me. I have too much adrenaline pumping through my system. Since I couldn’t kill that asshole in a room full of people, I need to either fuck or fight.”
“What would you have done if Kir had been here instead of me?” I pressed my aroused body to her back, sandwiching her between me and the elevator’s metal doors. “I doubt you would have given him the same options.”
“Kir’s worked with me before and knows how I operate. When I want space, he gives it to me.”
“That doesn’t answer my question. What kind of space would you need to get rid of the adrenaline? Would you find some poor replacement for me to burn off the energy in the sheets, or would you work it out in the gym?”
Her palms landed flat on the steel and flexed. “How I handle my needs is my own concern.”
“Then you won’t have any problems sharing, will you?” I scored my teeth along the sensitive skin of her shoulder and a whimper escaped her lips.
“Sam, you already know the answer.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“I— I would go to the training facility.”
“That’s right, because beating the shit out of some defenseless recruit who underestimated your size is better than feeling dissatisfied in bed.”
“W-why do you want me to say it? We have nothing more than sex, remember? Knowing details about my personal life isn’t part of the equation.”
“Ah, yes, we use each other to scratch the itch when the urge calls to us.” I trailed my fingers up the side slit of her gown.
A shiver shook her body as goose bumps prickled her skin.
“Wouldn’t you qualify this as an itch, Highness?” My fingers traced the edge of her underwear right before I slid underneath, grazed her swollen labia, and gripped her hip.
“T-this isn’t about an itch. Not with the way I’m feeling.”
“What is it about then?”
“If you don’t know, then I’m better off going to the gym.”
With my free hand, I twisted her hair around my palm and yanked her head back.
“Is that right?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
The sound of a bell alerted us to the elevator arriving on the basement level. The doors opened into a dimly lit space.
“Sam, let me go.” Arousal and passion-filled fury peered at me through her dark brown irises.
“Is that what you want?”
“I want to fuck or fight.”
“Are those my only two choices?”
“That is all there is between us. Remember? No, correction. All we have is sex. Fuck me or let me go to the gym.”
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