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“I didn’t?—”

“We could be more than friends. If you want.” His mouth pulled up in a lopsided grin. “Want me to suck your cock?”

“What?” I choked out. My heart felt like it was going to hammer out of my chest.

He smirked. A small piece of hair fell in front of his eyes while he sat back, bracing his hands on the mat. “I’ll suck your cock. I don’t mind.”

“I don’t?—”

“Yes. You do.” His eyes flicked down to my dick, the outlinebulging through my gym shorts. My cheeks blazed red. “I’ll get on my knees for you, but when I hold your balls in my hand, you’ll know who’s really in charge here.”

I spluttered, desperately trying to hide the fact that my entire body felt primed by his words. But I wasn’t bi. Not that there was anything wrong with that. I’d just never felt attracted to men before.

He stood and reached down a hand to me. “I won’t tell if you won’t. We’re inevitable, bodyguard.”

“You’re teasing me to get a rise out of me,” I said, clasping his hand. He pulled me to my feet, but he didn’t let go. The touch sent lightning bolts up my arm. “Why do you make everything such a joke?”

“Just because I’m teasing, doesn’t mean I’m not serious.”

“I don’t—” I said as I pulled my hand free and stepped backward. “I’m not—we were just sparring.”

He smirked like he could see right through me, then grabbed his water bottle and sauntered toward the elevator. “If you say so. Thanks for the exercise. Definitely helped me work out what I needed to work out.”

My mouth hung open. “Wait, we’re not done!”

“I think we are. I won.” He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Obviously.”

“You did not!”

“You know where to find me if you want me.” He pressed the elevator button. The doors opened, and he walked inside while he blew me a kiss.

“I don’t want you!” I called after him.

“Okay!”

“I’m serious!”

“Sure thing!”

I grunted. “Don’t get the wrong idea!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it!” He shot back, winking at me just asthe elevator doors closed and swallowed any chance I had at a reply.

What the fuck was that?

I’d agreed to be friends with the guy because Leona wanted us to be. Itwaseasier to not be in constant conflict. He wasn’t as much of an asshole as he was before, and it just so happened that we actually got along really well.

But that didn’t mean I wanted to fuck that smirk off his face. Or that I wanted him to suck my cock. Or that I wanted his hands all over my body…

Fuck. Those images needed to get out of my head.

Nope. He’d just gotten in my head, which was the dickwad’s MO. He was playing games to throw me off, so he could win.

He’d pinned me this round, but things were not over.

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