"Bolt the door," he said.I didn't argue. I walked back and twisted the lock until it clicked into place, the sound settling tension in the room.When I turned around, he was already on his feet.He crossed toward me slowly, deliberate in every step, and backed me up until my hands found the wall behind me and had nowhere left to go. The gap between us disappeared completely. I felt the warmth of him before any contact was made — that heat that radiated off him when he was focused, when his whole attention had narrowed me to a single spot.His hand found the door handle beside my head. Twisted it open. He pushed us both through into the bathroom, the door falling shut behind us.Then he bent me over the counter.His hand grazed my ass slowly, and I felt the heat of it — unhurried, assessing, like he was deciding exactly how he wanted to do this."I told you to stay away from Mike." His voice was low. Controlled. His fingers pressed into the flesh. "Why didn't you listen?"I opened my
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