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“You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Fuckingever,Sienna.” He makes a ragged sound. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

“Then I’m going to need you to touch yourself, sweetheart. I need to hear it, or I’m going to go over there and do it myself.”

It’s a command. It’s athreat.The space between my legs heavies, my muscles clenching around nothing. Tense with desire. I don’t have to consider it.

“Okay. Yes.” My fingers ease beneath the elastic of my panties, teasing the spot Nick’s fingers only grazed after the charity gala, the spot that’s been screaming for his touch ever since. “I will if you will.”

I hear his covers shift on the other end, his exhale. He gives me a shaky laugh. “I’ve been wanting you for so long. I’m going to lose it if I’m not careful.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

My heartbeat quickens, every part of me straining with a deep anticipation I’ve never felt before. I glide my fingers up the outside of my slit, shivering at the pleasure already building inside. I don’t give a second thought to whether he and I should be doing this. It feels right.

Through my phone speaker, Nick makes a husky noise, so quiet I almost don’t hear it. “Those little sounds you’re making are killing me, Sienna.”

“Tell me—tell me more of what you’ve been picturing,” I say. “Since I came here.”

“You want more?” He lets go of an uneven breath. “Okay. When we got to Fiji, and I told you where your room was, all I could think about was coming in with you. Pressing you up against that door before you could close it.” His voice drops even deeper. “I wanted to pin you there. Slide my hands into your skirt, find out if you were already wet for me.”

I squeeze the muscles of my thighs, biting my lip to keep from whimpering as I slide a finger inside me, then two. I wish they were his. “I was ready for you,” I tell him. “Every night, Nick. I can barely look at you without getting wet.”

“Fuck,Sienna.”

The truth falls from my mouth faster than my brain can keep up. “When I first moved in, I saw you by accident, getting out of the shower. I was looking for my room and I saw you. Shirtless, with a towel around your waist.” I grind the heel of my hand into my clit, scooping my fingers up inside me, and it feels so good my voice falters. “That—oh my God—that was the first night I touched myself thinking about you.”

His groan shakes through me like an earthquake. “Are you touching yourself now?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Despite the longing ache in his voice, I can hear his smile. “I can’t believe little missfollow the contractwas spying on me.”

“I …”

“Yes or no, Sienna.”

I gulp. “Yes.”

Nick makes a sound in the back of his throat that has me squirming. I picture him in his bed, chest bare, hand working up and down.

Nick.MyNick.

“Keep talking,” he says. “You’re only a few steps away. I won’t be able to stop myself from going over there if you don’t keep talking.”

A shudder rolls through me. My orgasm is close enough to make me reckless, the craving flooding my body and taking over my voice. I know I’m pushing the boundaries. I’m past caring. I need Nick on top of me, finally taking me, moving inside me, stretching me …

“What if I want you to come here?” I say.

He growls—actuallygrowls. “Don’t say that unless you mean it.”

“I do mean it.” I move my hand between my thighs, panting. “I want you here with me.”

“The contract.”

“I know. I need the money. You need control of the company.”