Page 20 of The Games We Play (Balance of Power #3)

SEAMUS

I walk toward my house, my mind reeling from what just happened. I’m still high on the feeling of touching her, feeling her against my body for the first time in a decade, wrapping my lips around her perfect, pink nipples while drowning in the sensation of how she makes me feel.

I can still smell her on me, which does nothing for my pissed off, rock hard erection that doesn’t want to relax nor accept that it’s not getting a release right now.

Because as I recall the look on her face when I pinned her against the tree—the sheer panic stricken response she had—I’ve lost all desire for anything more than to figure out what the hell is going on.

Especially after seeing her response to the aftermath of her orgasm when all I did was walk away for a high-speed second to grab her clothes.

And she must be absolutely crazy if she thinks I’m not going to call her Mimi. I have no idea why she all of a sudden doesn’t want to be called by the name I’ve always called her. Other people can call her Naomi, but she’s my Mimi, and I won’t call her anything different.

I don’t understand what the hell is going on with her and why she completely fell apart after. None of it makes any fucking sense.

Walking through my front door, I pull out my phone.

Seamus: I need a security clearance background check. Full details.

Rocco: On who?

Seamus: Naomi Masumi.

Rocco: The yoga instructor that you had me look into a few months ago?

Rocco: Is she gonna be teaching yoga to the president?

Seamus: Roc…

Rocco: What do you want to know?

Seamus: Everything.