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I’m on the edge of climax when I hear a knock. “Not now!” I yell, breathless. He kicks the door down. “Yes, now.” I’m utterly dumbfounded. “I… You… Did you just ruin my door?!?!” He couldn’t possibly care any less. “That’s the first of several things I intend to ruin right now.” Sasha is standing in my doorway like the Grim Reaper, all muscle and anger and something else—something that sends a shiver straight to where my fingers still clutch the purple toy. I snap my knees together so he can’t see it. "Are you insane? Get out!" “Is this a bad time?" he drawls sarcastically. His eyes drop to the vibrator I’m failing to hide from him. "I guess you are a little busy." My cheeks burn hotter than my core. "I was having some me-time." "I can see that." His lips quirk. "Need a hand?" "I need you to leave." Sasha leans against my dresser, crossing his arms. "That’s not what you were screaming a minute ago.” The thought of Sasha standing outside my door, listening to the things I was fantasizing about—which may or may not have included him; spoiler: they did—is enough to make my face light up like a Christmas tree. His, on the other hand, is as calm and composed as ever. I scowl at him. "You're enjoying this too much." "Not nearly as much as you were." I glare at him. "What do you want, Sasha?" "Right now?" He stands tall and edges closer. "To finish what you started."