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“What do you want, a performance review?”

“I think your performance spoke for itself.” His smirk makes me want to slap him. Or kiss him. “Do you need another demonstration?”

Definitely slap him.

I hop off the counter, forcing some distance between us before my traitorous body gets any more ideas. “Not happening.”

“We’ll see.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” I turn and catch my reflection in the mirror.

A strange sort of pride wells up inside me.

My skin is flushed, lips swollen. I look thoroughly fucked. Although, he didn’tfuckme.

“You really good?” He rests his hands on my hips, and our eyes meet in the glass.

I’m not sure what just happened, but it makes me want to run away and not be here, in this moment.

“That wasn’t what you initially offered,” I say.

THIRTEEN

BRANDON

Fucking gorgeous.

Her voice is still breathy, sending heat straight to my cock. “That wasn’t what you initially offered.”

“Bed and silk sheets.” And I mean it. When I’m going to fuck her, it’s going to be on my terms.

She shivers but tries to cover it with a scoff. “What about candles?”

“And all that?—”

A knock at the door shatters the moment. Naomi’s spine goes rigid against my chest, her fingers digging into my forearm hard enough to leave marks.

Lydia’s voice carries through the door, all fake sweetness and barely-veiled suspicion. “Everything alright in there?”

“Fine, Mom. Just…” Naomi glares at me, a silent warning. Like that’s ever stopped me before. “…freshening up.”

Oh, I think I freshened her up real good, and if I want to have any chance at getting this further, I have to play nice. For now.

“And Brandon?” Lydia’s not letting this go. “Where did he disappear to?”

Naomi’s eyes dart around the room. “He, uh… I don’t know. Maybe took a call? Business. You know how it is.”

I nip at the shell of her ear. “Business, huh? Is that what we’re calling it now?”

She elbows me in the ribs. “Shut up.”

“What was that?” Lydia asks.

“Nothing,” Naomi says.

“Well, we’re waiting. You both barely touched your desserts.” Lydia’s heels click against the floor, the sound fading into the distance.

Naomi sags against me, tension draining from her body.

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