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The whole point of this was to relax me, but now that I’m putty in his hands, hints of desire tingle up my spine. If I’m not careful, I’ll get all the way worked up again.

“Um, I think I’m good. You can stop now,” I mumble.

He squeezes my neck in response. “Can you just let someone do something nice for you for once?” he grits out. “You need sleep.Ineed sleep. I’m not stopping until you’re out.”

Of course he’s not. Decker Crusade requires control of all things. So I have no choice but to let him use his magic hands to massage me into a trance. I squirm as I think about the power in his fingers, how it would feel if he dug them into my thighs or kneaded the fleshy part of my ass as he—

“Settle,” he growls, clearly aware of my heightened state.

I inhale slowly, clearing my mind and willing myself to sleep. It takes concerted effort, but the haze of unconsciousness eventually washes over me.

I’m close to unconsciousness when he whispers, so quietly I almost don’t make out the words, “You’re okay, Josephine. You can go back to hating me in the morning, but tonight, I’ve got you.”

Chapter 28

Decker

Icalloneveryounce of self-control I possess to force slow, even breaths.

Breath in. Breath out.

Power in. Control out.

Desire in. Restraint out.

But I can’t fucking focus on the rise and fall of my chest, because it’s not just my torso that moves with each breath.

It’s her.

Josephine is draped over me. Her arms are wrapped around my stomach and her face is smashed against my chest like I’m her favorite fucking teddy bear.

How did I not sense her shifting in the night? At the very least, I should have felt her touch. But my body betrayed me. Now I’m trapped under the supple curves of a woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with me.

The blame doesn’t solely lie with her, either.

We’re smack-dab in the middle of the bed. Cuddling at the fifty-yard line.

Fuck.

What happened? And how did Iletit happen?

After she fell asleep, I put as much distance between us as possible, got myself comfortable, and passed out. There was even a pillow barricade, I swear.

She smells good. Really fucking good. And the way her body is molded over mine? She’s a perfect fit.

Though every inch of her body is pressed up against me, I keep my hands to myself. That is, until my phone buzzes on the nightstand. Then I have to softly cup the back of her head so I don’t completely dislodge her as I reach for my device.

Kylian: How’d it go last night?

Kylian: Is she still sleeping?

Kylian: She hasn’t answered my texts.

Fuck. I blow out a slow, quiet breath to rein in my reaction. He’s got it so bad. Kylian’s already fixated. This situation has disaster written all over it.

My phone vibrates again, this time with a question mark. Gotta hand it to him; he’s relentless to a fault.

The irony isn’t lost on me. I insisted on this sleeping arrangement to help him focus. To keep her from distracting him last night. There’s something going on there—whether it’s an infatuation or a one-time kind of thing remains to be seen.

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