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“What do you know? You like that I caught you. You wanted me to stand here and watch you. Tell me, Gia, are you a little bit of an exhibitionist?” I push off the wall, taking a couple steps into the room, standing at the footboard of the wooden bedframe.

Gia points at the door but she can’t summon the anger she clearly wants. “Get out!”

“Not happening.” I brace my hands on the footboard, leaning over the edge of the bed, close enough to touch her but holding back. Tension climbs between us, so thick it could choke me. “Now, if you want me to strip down and give you some help with that, I would be more than happy to offer you my assistance. It’s more generous than you deserve, but I like to think I’m a giving man.”

“I don’t want anything from you,” she says, her words spewing venom as she glares at me. Her thighs press closer together beneath the sheets, her eyes filled with lust. “Certainly not a pity fuck.”

My cock strains against the front of my jeans as one of her long legs slides out from beneath the sheet. I skim my fingers along the inside of her leg, smirking when she shivers. “Didn’t seem that way when you were moaning my name.”

“Maybe I know another Royce. Did you ever stop and think about that, or are you so self-centered that you think you’re the only Royce who could ever exist?”

“Defensive.” I grab the hem of the sheet, letting the cool fabric run between my fingers.

“Annoyed.”

“I doubt that.”

Testing her, I give a light tug on the fabric, pulling it down her chest, exposing the swells of the tops of her breasts.

The blush spreads downward. I want to chase the path with my tongue before ending between her legs. I could have her screaming my name. Begging me to fuck her hard and fast. I could draw out the orgasm until she can’t feel her limbs anymore. She would be begging me for release.

It would be mine to give and it would be mine to take away.

She might learn what it means to fuck with me.

I tug on the blanket again, pulling it lower as her exhale comes in a shaky little burst.

Even though I hate her for lying to me, it doesn’t mean that I can’t get past that for a night of fun.

Gia clutches the blanket as tight as she can, her foot shooting out to catch me in the wrist. “Enough of this shit, Royce. I don’t want you and I know that you don’t want me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I reach for the top button of my shirt, smirking when her gaze follows my fingers. “You want me. I could hear you when I came up the stairs. Do you think I forgot the sound of your moans or how wet you used to get for me?”

“Seems a little pathetic to still be thinking about that two years later, don’t you think?” Her tone is sharp as she gets out of bed, wrapping the sheet around her body tight.

“I wasn’t the one knuckle-deep in pussy, thinking about my ex.”

Her nostrils flare. “You know what, this right here is why we never would have worked out. You’re infuriating!”

Chuckling, I sit down on the edge of the bed, stretching my legs out in front of me and crossing them at the ankles. I can take my time with her, even if my cock is trying to force its way through my pants. “You’re the one who got yourself into this situation.”

“You told me that you weren’t going to be home tonight and that Dean was going to be staying outside, watching over the house. I thought I was alone.”

What else will she do when she thinks that she’s alone?

The possibilities are endless. I could install a hidden camera in her room. Take videos of her touching herself to the thought of me. It would make for some interesting entertainment on nights when I need a little inspiration for my hand.

“Well, you aren’t.”

“I knew that you leaving was going to be a good thing in the long run. I’m just glad you came back to prove it.” Gia rakes a hand through her hair. “I was so stupid back then.”

“You really shouldn’t throw stones at glass houses.”

She whirls on me, jabbing a finger into the center of my chest. “You need to get the hell out of here so I can get dressed. And then you need to stay out. You might be holding me here, but I still deserve some privacy.”

“You know, other men would’ve thrown you naked in a cell and left you there.”

I’m only trying to get under her skin now. There’s not a single thought in my mind that believes it’s better to sit here and aggravate her instead of doing something else, but I love the way her eyes flash with anger, like she could go scorched earth and burn me with the force of her stare if she tries hard enough.