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I circled my nipples again and pinched both. "Yep, all for you."

He chuckled but didn't say anything else.

My hands moved down my sides, over my stomach to my hips. When I reached the top of my thighs, my pussy clenched, so I widened my stance just a little and slid my fingers over my slit, rubbing harder. My stomach tightened when I grazed my skin with more pressure then pushed two fingers inside myself. Slowly, they glided in and out, occasionally giving my clit some attention, moaning lowly while I inched closer to the edge. I used my other hand to rub and tease my nipples while I ground my pussy against my palm and let my fingers thrust as deeply as I could reach.

"You can do better than that…" Christian’s voice brought a smile to my face and had me pinching my nipples with more force while I fucked myself more roughly.

"Or you could come handle this for me."

"I could but I'm enjoying the show. That's what you wanted, right, Angel?"

"Mmhmm, but I'm willing to take an L to let you step in."

He laughed. When I turned my head, I caught the way he spread his legs wider and gripped his dick.

"Finish, Scot." His voice was rough which made me thrust with more aggression. My breathing picked up, my muscles locked tightly, and my pussy got greedy, clenching around my fingers.

I kept going for a few seconds with one hand between my legs and the other working my nipples, pinching and tugging while the steamy spray pelted against my skin, adding another layer of sensation that helped tip me over the edge. I came so hard, I jerked forward and my body hurt from how tense my muscles became, but it also felt fucking amazing. After a few minutes I eased my fingers from between my thighs and relaxed my body.

"Feel better?" My gaze moved towards the fogged outline of Christian.

I grinned. "A little."

I reached for my body wash and lifted my sponge from the small metal tray in the corner. I lathered and moved it over my skin, thoroughly cleaning myself before I rinsed and turned the water off. When I pushed the door open, Christian was waiting. He turned and lifted a towel from the warming rack, shaking it open. I moved into it and he gently worked it down my shoulders and arms, carefully drying me and massaging my body at the same time. I relaxed and let him do his thing.

"Turn." The command was low but made my stomach flutter. So I turned my back to him and shivered when the soft material moved down my back, over my shoulders, before his fingers worked their way down my spine. The attention he gave felt goodand I sighed when the towel dragged over my hips, around my stomach, and back up my chest.

When he lowered and worked his way down my thighs to my calves, I dropped my eyes and enjoyed the visual of how sexy he looked taking care of me. When I was completely dry, he tossed the towel on the counter, gripped my hip with one hand and my neck with the other, bringing me to him before his mouth crashed against mine.

I smiled into the kiss before he pulled back and smirked at me. "Time for bed."

"Nope, I want to thank you for tonight."

"You just did."

I shook my head and looped my arms around his waist. "Nope, that was for me."

Christian chuckled and brushed his mouth over mine. "You've been drinking. You can thank me tomorrow."

"I'm fine."

"You are." His hand glided down my side then moved to my ass, which he gripped hard and brought me closer. "But my rules are my rules. When we play, your mind needs to be free and clear. You can thank me tomorrow. We're going to bed."

I groaned, knowing he wouldn't budge on that. "Then I hope you plan on making me cum in bed."

Christian smiled sexily. "No, we're going to sleep."

He kissed me again then guided me to the bed where he pulled the covers back and nudged me to get in. I was annoyed but exhausted so I didn't argue. The minute his body cradled mine, my eyes closed and I was out.

twenty-four

Christian.

Leaving Scotlyn naked in my bed this morning was hard as fuck, just like my dick when I left the house, but necessary. After the call I received stating Parker was trying to challenge the ownership Scotlyn recently acquired for the waterfront property, I needed to pull up and make sure he understood just how much I wasn't playing behind her.

The goal was a quick flight to New York to remind Parker I wasn't my father—a man who let threats alter his decision making—then meet up with Alex before I headed home. I wanted Scotlyn, there was no doubt in my mind about that now, so I owed him the respect of making sure he knew she was good with me. With what I knew of their father, I never would have extended that courtesy, but Alex was a good dude and he loved his sister.

After I landed, a car waited to drive me to the city. I walked into Parker Holdings, ignoring the receptionist who tried to stop me from heading back to his office, delivering her a look that forced her to mind her business.