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“Kite surfing?”

“In April in Pennsylvania?”

“New Jersey’s not far. There are beaches.”

Raiden lifted an eyebrow. “You’re telling me you’d be better at kite surfing than climbing a rock wall?”

“I haven’t divulged every one of my skills. For all you know I could be an amazing kite surfer.”

“Sure.” He pressed a delicate kiss to my nose. “Get ready to climb.”

“I hate you.”

“But I love you so.”

“I hate all of you,” I called over my shoulder.

Oleander had his hands in position on the wall as I did the same, wondering how far I could get before he reached the top. Ten feet? Twenty? Maybe I could just pretend to try. These guys had seen me slice a man from neck to ankle and watch him bleed out. Climbing the wall wasn’t going to prove anything except that I was terrible at it.

“Go!” the manager yelled.

I contemplated my next move while my opponent took off like a shot. Then I climbed. Slowly. Hands went to my ass and pushed. A very unattractive squeak left me. Turning, I had Raiden beneath me, boosting me up the wall.

“I can climb faster if I want to,” I told him. “I’m planning my moves.”

“Sure, you are.”

“You shouldn’t handle your boss this way. I’ll get… ideas.”

Raiden didn’t expect me to say that and dropped me. All of four feet.

I landed on my feet with a bounce. “I could have been injured!”

Raiden’s arms went around me from behind. “As if I’d ever let that happen.”

“You suck,” Oleander said when he was lowered to the ground.

“I do and do it well.” I waggled my eyebrows.

“Good god.” He was unhooked and walked toward Sheldon to sit with him.

“Hey, Ray, unhook my cock.” I grinned. “This isn’t doing anything for me.”

“With pleasure.”

“Jesus Christ,” I heard Barrett say behind me. “Who’s next?”

I stopped paying attention after that. How could I when I remembered the way Raiden’s palms grazed my body to get me out of the harness? I had to wait until we were home before I could put my very talented mouth to work.

Alton pulled me onto his lap, where he sat on the other side of Sheldon. “It’s a good thing I was already in love with you, and this wasn’t a way to win me over.”

“Oh? You weren’t turned on by my display of athleticism? I’m appalled.”

“No, but I was turned on by you in the harness.”

“Don’t get any ideas. I’m not putting that on again. The closest you’ll get me in is a swing, and that’s iffy. I’d probably go ass over head and hurt myself.” It wasn’t that I was uncoordinated. I knew my weak points. Trying to swing and fuck… absolutely not.

“Let’s move to the next task,” Reghan said.

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