Page 38 of Tiebreaker

Kai says, "You really haven't been paying any attention, have you? Without you, there is no merger and I'm honestly not sure that it's going to be any good for the company, not that I give a shit."

That's when I remember what Everett had said about the record label, how it would destroy Kai if he knew and I wonder if that was bullshit. Maybe Kai does know the label is owned by Arion. He's smiling at me though and I'm not sure if now's the time to bring it up, especially with kids in the room. It feels like I'm holding all of these secrets inside of me and they're going to burst out if I'm not careful. He's getting closer. That grin on his face, turning soft into something else.

"I can't stop thinking about that night," he says. "Normally, I fucking forget but I can't. Not this time. What is it about you?" He shakes his head. "I don't understand it but I'm okay with it."

He drags his fingertips up over the back of my hand up my arm and I can't help but shiver. I'm about to tell him to stop when there's a knock at the door, and both kids shriek. Kai gets to his feet immediately.

"Wait right here," he says. "Come on kids."

There's a second impatient knock and he goes to the door and answers it. The kids race out before he can say anything and they're wrapping their arms around a female figure obscured behind Kai and his broad shoulders. I can hear her asking how they were and Kai telling her everything was fine and that he'll catch up with her later. And then the door is closing, locking and he's turning around to look at me. There's something in his expression that I can't place and when he walks towards me it's like I'm being stalked. I can't move, pin to where I am, leaning up against the couch, sitting on the floor. When he gets to me, he offers me his hand and I lift mine up without thinking. He pulls me to my feet and when I go to free myself from his grip he doesn't let go.

"Come here," he says, pulling me in against his chest.

I can't even fight it. I can't even say no. I don't want to. He kisses me rough and hungry and if his hands hadn't come down to wrap around my hips, I would have stumbled backward. It takes me away for a moment but when he stops to catch his breath I brought right back to the last night, and the secrets I'm keeping from him, not just of the record label which is huge and heavy and weighs in the back of my mind but Everett touching me, kissing me, making me come on his mouth.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

Eyes searching my face. He can tell, he can see it on me. I'm not right. I'm shaken. My whole world is turned upside down.

"Everett," I say.

Kai's brow furrows and then he lets out an annoyed breath of air.

"He touched you?" he asks.

I nod, "Yeah."

He smirks, "Where?"

My cheeks flush, "I don't want to say."

His hands dragged down my hips, slide over my thighs, one hand pressing over my belly, moves down lower, and my whole body is burning up.

"Right here?" he asks, rubbing over the crotch of my jeans. I mourn and jerk forward.

"Yeah," I say, not able to get out more than a single syllable.

"His fingers?" he asks. I hesitate. "His mouth?" he growls.

And that's when he cuffs me tight, his fingers digging up into me through the denim and my panties. I can feel them pressing inside me. It's a dull blunt pleasure that's almost too much, and I squirm.

"There's only one thing to do about that," he says.

And he lets go all of a sudden, bending down and swooping me up into his arms. I cry out as the world shifts sideways and his arms are like two brackets, warm and tight taking me with him.

"Bedroom now,” he demands and walks me along down the hall.

And then to a room that's steeped in shadows, blackout curtains are pulled and there's a large king sized bed with grey sheets, silk, by the look of them.

I sprawl out on it, and he pulls his shirt off from behind his head, tossing it to the side. His skin is smooth and rippled over his muscles and he jerks his head toward me.

“Show me. Where he touched you.”

I gulp and squirm out of my jeans, and he hooks his fingers in my panties before I can stop him. He drags the soft cotton down my thighs and wraps a hand around my wrist, pulling my fingers between my legs.

“Right now, Liv,” he says, his eyes half-lidded and furious. He’s hard in his jeans and he’s glaring down at me, but I know it’s notmehe’s mad at.

The air in the room is cold across my pussy and I tease my fingers between my folds, my skin sensitive and still raw from where Ev overworked me.

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