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Now I’m going to take what I want. And give her what she wants.

And I’m absolutely not going to think about the fact that she’s fucking Jarek, too.

I close my bedroom door. Nina stands in the middle of the room in her blouse and skirt, the brace on her wrist, looking at me like she isn’t sure who’s supposed to make the first move.

I am.

“You’re beautiful,” I say, and start on her buttons.

I take my time. One at a time. She’s walked around this house for days in these buttoned-up blouses, and I’ve thought about undoing them more than I’d ever admit. I’m not going to rush it now.

She watches my hands. When I reach the last button, I push the blouse off her shoulders and ease the sleeve down over her brace, so it doesn’t catch.

“I can do that,” she says.

“I know.”

She smiles and traces a finger down the front of my shirt, over my stomach, to the top of my pants. Then she stops.

For a moment, we lock eyes, and I wonder if we’re thinking the same thing—whether this will be as easy to walk away from as we both want it to be.

I don’t let the thought last. I do what I do best. I take control.

I take her face in my hands and kiss her. Slow and deep, until she leans into me and her good hand fists in my shirt. I kiss along her jaw and down the side of her neck. She gasps when I kiss the curve of her neck, so I stay there, and she tilts her head to give me more room.

I noticed how she takes her coffee the first morning she was here. I’ll learn this, too.

I unhook her bra and let it fall between us. Her nipples are already hard. I’ve been looking at them through that thin sleep shirt every morning for over a week, and now I don’t have to pretend I’m not.

I cup her breast and brush my thumb over her nipple. Her breath catches. I do it again, slower, watching her face.

“Zander.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re teasing.”

I brush my lips against hers. “I’m in no hurry.”

I lower my head and take her nipple in my mouth. She makes a soft sound, and her hand slides into my hair. I suck gently, then harder, and her grip tightens. I move to the other breast and give it the same attention until she’s shifting from one foot to the other.

I unzip her skirt and let it drop. She’s wearing a pair of lace panties and nothing else but the brace.

My cock is so hard it aches.

She reaches for my belt, and this time I let her. She’s clumsy with one hand, and she huffs in frustration. I cover her hand with mine, help her with the buckle, then guide her hand inside my pants and wrap her fingers around my dick.

Her grip tightens. I close my hand over hers and show her how I like it. Slow. Firm. She learns fast. Her lips part, and her eyes stay on my face, like she wants to watch what she’s doing to me.

I let her have her fun for a while. Then I take her hand away.

She frowns.

“Not yet,” I say. “You first.”

I slide my hand down her stomach and cup her through the lace. It’s damp. I press the heel of my hand against her, and her hips roll forward into it.

“Already?” I murmur.