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" You say only one of us will come out on top,” Solo said, and then his eyes flicked to me. They seemed to be more golden than brown under the fluorescent lights, but the devilry I’d seen in them last night was still there. “It just so happens, being on top is my favorite position.”
Then he winked at me—fucking winked, that asshole—and I jerked back like I’d been slapped, turning back to face the front, because was he kidding with that shit? Could he be more obvious?
“No one wants to hear about your sex life, fucker,” Utah called out, causing a low chuckle to filter across the room.
“I’m not talking about my sex life,” Solo replied. “In that case, I don’t care who comes out on top.”
Sweet God almighty… Like I needed that thought in my head.
Or that visual. "
― Brooke Blaine , Danger Zone (The Elite, #1)
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" But hang on a second, if he’s the one who hit on you and you said no, why are your panties all in a twist? Unless…” Houdini nodded like he was onto something. “Is he still wantin’ to pet the Panther?”
God save me from Houdini and his horrible humor. “Pet the Panther? Really?”
“Would stroke have been better?”
“Nothing would’ve been better. But thanks, now I have that in my head.”
“You’re welcome. So, okay, what’s the problem? He wants to fuck and you…don’t?”
At Houdini’s blunt assessment of the situation, words escaped me.
“Or maybe you do. Is that it? I mean, from a straight dude’s standpoint, I can see the appeal. Solo’s hot.”
Oh my fucking God. “Stop talking or I swear on my mother I will shove the rest of that sub down your throat.”
“Ahh, so that’s how you like it, huh? "
― Brooke Blaine , Danger Zone (The Elite, #1)
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" Can you at least admit, for one second, you were just as hot for me last night as I was for you?”
I eyed him for a beat, wondering what his angle was, because with Solo there was always an angle. “Why? It’s not going to get you anywhere. Certainly not past this door.”
Solo’s lips, those sinful lips, curved, making my dick throb a little harder. Christ, he was easy on the eyes. He made it difficult to look away.
“Now that’s where you’re wrong. It’s totally going to get me off. But guess what?”
Fuck, I was so not equipped to handle someone like Solo in my day-to-day life. Outside of work, hell yes. He’d no doubt be the hottest fuck of my life. But here at work, he was a temptation that would land me in a world of trouble.
“Tonight when I shout out your name, you’re gonna be able to hear, Grant.” With a wink designed to make my cock ache, Solo sauntered over to his door, unlocked it, and glanced back over to where my stupid self remained in front of the door. “Feel free to call out Mateo if you like, ’cause when it comes to…coming, I really don’t like to be Solo. "
― Brooke Blaine , Danger Zone (The Elite, #1)