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I stand and turn, slipping down to my knees between his legs and reaching for the elastic of his boxer briefs before his hands catch my wrists.

“Nah, birthday girl. You don’t get on your knees tonight. Birthday rules. I only come if it’s in the process of getting you off.”

“That sounds made up.”

“It is. Literally just now. But I like it, so we’re sticking to it.”

“What if I want to?”

“It’ll have to wait for another time then.”

“Fine. Then I want you inside me now.”

“Fuck, you’re bossy.” He grins.

“So are you.”

“Fair enough. I’ll have to run out to get my bag. I don’t have a condom on me.”

“There’s some in the drawer.” I nod to my nightstand, and he raises a brow.

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Tobias

“Holy fuck,Spitfire. You have an arsenal in here.” I stare down at the open drawer that has at least three kinds of vibrators, and one I’ve never seen before.

“Have to keep it interesting.”

I glance back at her before I pull a condom out of the box and there’s a small unreadable something in her eyes that has me wishing I could read minds. I had no idea there was this side to her. One so sweet that she’s willing to get on her knees for me.

She crawls up the bed and leans her head against the palm of her hand as she watches me, a devious little smile on her lips. I’m imagining her sprawled out on the bed as she is now with her toys, filming herself like she’s making spicy audition tapes to be a cam girl. I almost want to ask her to do it for me. Let me watch her while she films herself. My cock gets harder at the thought of it, but I need to stay focused on the task at hand—her.

If anyone had told me this morning that I was going to be having sex with Scarlett tonight, I’d have thought they were fucking insane. That there was no possible path from where we were to where we’re about to be. But I’m here, somehow, and wondering if I’ve fucking lost my mind. A concussion taking me out the same way it’s taken Colt, and I just don’t realize it. All of this is a dream while I’m passed out on the field.

“Find one you like?” she asks when I’m taking a little too long.

“Perfect,” I answer as I peel the boxer briefs I have on off and open the condom wrapper.

Her eyes fall to my cock, and I can feel them on me while I roll it on, tracing my movements and watching everything I do. Her tongue darts out over her lower lip, and I almost regret not letting her suck me dry. I want it, so fucking badly. But I also want tonight to be about her, and only her.

“You were different tonight,” she says suddenly as her eyes trace their way back up my body.

“Different?”

“Rolling out all the good manners. With the chair and the drinks. Playing the gentleman. What was that?”

“Me trying to make sure you had a good time for your birthday. Why?”

“It was nice, but now I want the opposite of whatever that was.” Her lashes lift, and her eyes meet mine. “More of the guy who grabbed me and threatened to tie me up in his backseat.” She grins.

I raise my brow at her. Fuck, she’s good at these games. Surprising me left and right. I half expected her to say she was tired after she came. Tell me my clothes were dry, and I could go now. Instead, she’s stretched out on the bed baiting me.

“You want it rough, Spitfire?”

“You did promise to put your hands around my throat.”

I reach out and grab her by the back of the neck. Dragging her up off her side and toward me. I hold her eyes as I climb onto the bed. Her gaze travels up my arm, tracing the tattoos, and her teeth dig into her lower lip as her eyes light with excitement.