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He could tell.

If Ashton didn’t hang up, he would hear me come for the first time. I couldn’t stop it.

“Sanj, are you there?” Ashton’s voice was tinged with concern now, but it was drowned out by the sound of Ryder’s fingers fucking me harder, faster, his cock throbbing in my hand as I stroked him with desperate urgency.

“Answer him,” Ryder softly urged. “Tell him how busy you are.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but knew I couldn’t get one word out like this. I bit my lip and shook my head. I was going to come. The feeling built with ruthless intent, tension coiling low like a fuse winding toward detonation. My hand tightened around his cock without thinking, my fingers slick with his pre-cum as I stroked him in time with the rhythm of his fingers inside me, overriding shame, guilt, everything.I could feel every ridge, every twitch of his arousal as I stroked him, my thumb brushing over the swollen head just to hear him groan.

I pressed my face against his shoulder as I came, my body clenching as the orgasm tore through me, my barely suppressed scream echoing around the room.

The release left my legs trembling, thoughts splintering like glass.

What I didn’t expect was him.

The sudden, guttural sound he made as his hips jerked forward. His hand fisting against the counter so hard I thought he’d break the marble. Come coated my lower stomach and ran across my hand and dripped down his cock as he came with a force that left us both trembling.

For a solid two minutes, only the ragged sound of my breathing filled the space between us. Ryder was quieter, but I could feel his heart pounding through his chest, erratic and relentless, syncing with mine like some dark, private duet neither of us wanted to break. I blinked, startled when I realized he was still hard. His cock was standing at attention like he hadn’t just come all over me.

Was that normal?

I swallowed and glanced over at my phone. Ashton had hung up, but I wasn’t sure when. “Why did you do that?”

He reached around me and turned the sink on, gently easing his fingers out of my body. “I wanted to give him a gift,” he said, his voice dripping with malice as he reached past me to turn on the sink. “He hung up a second too soon.”

He grabbed one of the face drying towelettes and wet it, then cleaned off my stomach. When all of his come was off me, he helped me off the counter, making sure I was steady on my feet before letting go.

I turned, automatically washing my hands, still a little shell-shocked. I wanted to be furious at what he’d just pulled, but the truth was, I liked it. That possessiveness. The control. The reminder that Ryder never played fair and never would, not when it came to me. Some warped part of me didn’t want him to.

“You really think he’d be able to tell the difference?”

Ryder’s brow creased. He leaned back just enough to look at me fully, his gaze sharp, trying to catch the truth I hadn’t meant to let slip.

“How often did you fake it?”

“Um… I don’t think this is the time or place for that.” I tried to look away, but his hand came up, curling around my jaw, holding me there.

“Tell me,” he repeated.

“Rye, we only messed around… maybe five times. I never once did that.”

“That?” His voice was low, almost disbelieving. “He’s never made you—?” He cut himself off with a sharp, almost feral shake of his head. “I didn’t think he could deserve you any less than he already did.”

“I don’t want to talk badly about him,” I tried.

“He should be talking badly about himself.” His eyes narrowed, scanning my face with laser precision. “Wait, I’m the first and only man to ever get you off?”

My silence was a confession all its own.

A quiet, rough sound escaped him. His hand slipped from my jaw to the back of my neck, cradling me like something precious and breakable. “That part of you… that’s mine. No one else’s.”

His thumb traced over my bottom lip, gentle, but the possessiveness in his eyes turned my bones to liquid. He kissed me so softly it was almost sweet, but the claim in it rooted itself deep in my chest, right beside my thudding heart. When he pulled back, his thumb brushed slow circles on my cheek. His voice came low, almost like a vow.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure it’s always better for you than it is for me.”“I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure it’s always better for you than it is for me.”

I folded into him without thinking, my cheek pressing against his bare shoulder. “It’s supposed to be mutual.”

“With you, it always will be, but I want you so fucking addicted to what I do to you that nothing else even comes close.”

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