Page 94 of High Seduction
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Her head felt full of stuffing. Tim’s suggestion that she take charge had been unexpected and, in a way, unwanted. Until she realized it was a serious, well-considered proposition, like everything he did.
There were far more reasons to accept the task than to turn it down.
The most important was that working through this day might somehow help them take steps to make their relationship work. She hadn’t brought up old wounds for fun, or even as Matt had hinted, in a twisted attempt to tear her and Tim apart.
After last night shewantedthem to work, but the fear that remained was too much to conquer on her own.
So she pulled herself together and took a deep breath. Refocused on what needed to happen next, as she would in a rescue situation.
She was in control? This wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. She knew how to deal with it.
Erin found her feet, putting herself into position over him. “Challenge accepted.”
Tim leaned back. “Good for you.”
Then he sat there.
Waiting.
She laughed. He was going to take this to the extreme, was he? Put her in charge of absolutely everything? “I hope you don’t expect me to tell you when you’re allowed to take a piss, because you’re on your own for that one.”
Amusement bloomed over his face as he pushed back his dark hair. “Acknowledged. I’m in charge of my own pissing.”
They grinned at each other for a moment, and then she stepped forward and laid a hand on his shoulder, stroking the firm muscles under her fingers. “You done with your workout?”
“Enough for today.”
She stroked him with her words now, as well as her fingers. “You want a shower?”
Tim’s eyes lit up. “I thought you’d never ask.”
They linked fingers and headed off through the maze of the rental house. “I still can’t believe you have random billionaires on speed dial.”
“I know lots of interesting people. Wait until we get front-row invites to a couple of rock concerts.”
She wasn’t sure what to make of that comment, so she concentrated on their target instead. Considered theirplans, since she had to make the decisions. Shower, then breakfast. Then another day in paradise...
Her feet stalled, and she jerked to a halt. “What about Matt?”
Tim stepped around her, pacing backward down the hall. “You need to double-check, but he said this morning that he was good with whatever we had going down.”
Ofcoursehe had. Great. Wonderful. Fuckingmarvelous. This changed things... and yet, not.
Screw it. Erin powered forward. She’d been flying missions for years. Done what needed to be done in scary, hairy circumstances. This was simply one more day, and she wasn’t going to be frightened off by the fact that she now had two grown men at her beck and call.
Two men who’d fucked her senseless the night before.
She slapped down her brain before it could head further into stupid territory. Instead, she turned the stress around, and as they entered their suite she summoned up all the rules she’d used for so many years in her life.
Gather information. Make observations. Set in motion what needed to happen.
Getting in the decadent two-person shower didn’t take any huge powers of persuasion. Tim wasn’t pushing too far in terms of making her tell himeverythingto do, which she appreciated.
Stepping into his personal space and tilting her head for a kiss was like any other time—with an instantaneous and enthusiastic response on his part.
Even as their bodies came into contact, though, she was thinking about what they were going to do. Not in an “I wonder what comes next?” kind of way. Not even in the “do we have time for sex before breakfast?” mind-set, watching the clock and working the odds. She’d already figured out there was plenty of time for whatever they wanted to do—so... what did they want to do?
