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“Stop fucking smiling.”
“Nope. I’m going to smile whenever I see you.”
He hissed in anger, rushing forward to slam my back into the mattress. His hand wrapped around my throat but didn’t squeeze. “This isn’t a game.”
“You’re right.” I lifted one of my legs and wrapped it around his waist. My hips rolled and placed my core against the hard, long length of his cock, betraying his lust.
His big body pinned me in place as his nostrils flared. His crotch pressed into me. Once. Twice. He snapped his hips, digging that hard cock against my clit.
Oh. God. I moaned.
“You don’t want me fucking you right now.”
“You don’t have a clue what I want,” I stated boldly.
“Henny.”
My name left his lips in the darkest, most desperate prayer.
“You want me.”
He didn’t deny it.
My smile widened. “I see you, Reaper.”
“Stop talking.”
“I do,” I replied, daring to lift my hand and brush my fingertips over the scar on his lip. “I see you, and I still want you.”
Rage contorted his features. His head lowered, and he nipped at my mouth, not lingering long enough for it to count as a kiss. “Stay away from me.”
“That’s hard to do when you’re pinning me to the bed, and your cock keeps rubbing against my pussy.”
“I don’t deserve to be seen or found,” he growled.
“It’s not your choice.”
He pushed off the bed, leaving me cold, aching, and lonely.
“This is your last chance.”
I only dared to reply once he disappeared down the hall. “Challenge accepted.”
I WOKE TO THE HEATof a mouth pressed to mine.
My lips parted in surprise, and a tongue pressed between them. I didn’t want to know yet which of the guys had decided to join me in bed. My eyes stayed closed as my palms met the warm, hard body above mine. The heartbeat raced beneath, and I slid lower, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
My fingers grazed a flat navel, contoured abs, and then higher, through hair that dusted his chest. No Reaper. I’d seen his chest, and he didn’t have much hair, only the endless ink of his tattoos.
It didn’t matter. Raiden or Devil, I would enjoy this.
A growl of impatience pressed against my lips, and I knew who came to me. Devil. Of course. The president had the right to be with me first.
He pawed at my clothes and stripped them off, leaving me naked and exposed.
Devil’s mouth fell to my neck, and I arched my back, tracing my fingers over the hard muscles of his back. Open-mouthed kisses crept along my collarbone until Devil slid down my body. His calloused hands massaged my breasts before the wet, warm, rough texture of his tongue circled my left nipple. He sucked, flicked, and teased the bud until I lifted my hips off the mattress.
“So sensitive.”
