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Only, I was the one in control; Layla hated being helpless, hated not being in control.

“You want it?” I asked.

“Yeah, I fucking want it.”

“What are you going to do if I let you have it?”

“Suck you so hard you’ll come for a week.” She stared up at me, and the look on her face was so fierce with crazed need I nearly lost it right then, just from the erotic, seductive look she was giving me. “I’ll make love to your beautiful cock with my mouth. Fuck you with my mouth until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Show me,” I told her.

And holy hell, did she ever.

She did exactly what she promised, and did it without the use of her hands. Honestly, I think not having her hands available made her all the more talented and inventive with her mouth. The things she did to my cock with her mouth over the next few minutes were…probably the most unbearably erotic moments of my life. Watching her very literally make love to me with nothing but her lips and tongue was almost too much to handle. I held back, wanting to enjoy this for as long as I could, never wanting it to end.

But it had to.

When I was at the point of having to exert effort to hold back, I pulled away.

“Goddammit!” Layla seemed almost near tears, now.

“Will you promise me something?”

“Yes, Nick, goddammit, yes, I’ll fucking stay back!” She shouted. “I’ll fucking do as I’m told.”

“Swear?”

A groan escaped her. “Yes. Fucking fine. I promise.”

I knelt between her thighs. “Then let me hear you scream.”

I plunged my face against her slit and went to work, and this time it only took her a few seconds to reach the peak. No toying around, now. I let her fall over, let her break apart on my mouth, screaming for all she was worth. At the crest of her climax, I slid up her body, wedged my hips in the V of her thighs, plunged myself home inside her.

No games here anymore, either. I came almost instantly, exploding inside her in a matter of half a dozen hard thrusts.

When we were both done, and I was capable of motion, I pulled away. I snatched a handful of tissues from the box on Michelle’s desk and returned to kneel between Layla’s thighs once more, this time cleaning her, carefully, gently, and reverently. She watched me do this with an unhappy expression on her face.

I rocked back on my heels when she was clean and shot her a look. “What? What’s that look for?”

She planted a heel in my chest and kicked me backward, forcefully but not with the intent of hurting me. “I’m pissed off at you, that’s what.”

“Because I turned the tables on you?” I stood up. “You were planning on seducing an agreement out of me, were you not?”

“Yeah, I’m ticked about that too, but that’s not why I’m mad.”

I scrutinized her face; she wasn’t just mildly irritated about being bested at her own game, she was genuinely angry with me. “Then what?”

“You don’t trust me. You don’t want me in the field with you.”

I paced away, jerking my hand through my hair. “Goddammit, Layla, that’s not—”

My phone rang at that moment. I dug it out of my pants and answered it. “Talk to me, Puck.”

“I think between Lear and me, we’ve got a lead. And plugging it in to the intel Thresh and Duke came back with, it’s not looking good, Boss.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means we need to meet up. Should we all head to the office?”