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Tyler ordered room service later that day and didn't extend his decisiveness to choosing my food as well, which I appreciated. After eating a heaping plate of spaghetti, I helped myself to some coconut milk ice cream, letting out a soft moan as I tasted the first bite of chocolate and vanilla goodness.

I felt Tyler's eyes slowly shift to look at me and I decided to use it to my advantage. After grabbing another spoonful, I shut my eyes as I let out another moan, tilting my head back slightly while I closed my lips around the spoon. After licking off all of the ice cream with my tongue, I slowly removed the spoon as sensually as possible with my eyes finding Tyler's. He was staring at me with his lips parted and a dark hunger in his expression that I hadn't seen in a while, the sight of it making my lips twist up into a flirtatious grin.

"What are you doing?" Tyler growled.

"Nothing." I feigned innocence as I put the clean spoon back in between my lips, licking it suggestively.

"I'm gonna fuck you in about two seconds if you don't stop." The aggressiveness of his tone did little to dissuade me. If anything, it exhilarated me, making me want to see just how far I could push him.

For now though, I resisted, fear still preventing me from doing anything with him. I kept my eyes on his as I placed the spoon back in the dish.

His already hooded expression darkened even more, which I didn't think to be possible. Breaking the spell without warning, he grabbed the rest of the dishes from off of the bed and brought them over to the kitchen. He started rinsing them off as I just sat there with my ice cream, feeling slightly dejected. When I was finished eating, I put the empty bowl on the bedside table and watched as he began to walk back over.

"Tell me about that girl." I blurted out as soon as he was standing at the foot of the bed. Tyler looked at me void of any emotion, and waited for me to continue before responding. "I want to know who she is, what she means to you."

"She doesn't mean anything to me."

"I know but still, you did something with her and I want to know why."

Tyler sighed before running a hand through his disheveled hair. "She and I work together sometimes. The day you saw her she was there to make sure I wasn't compromised, that I was still as dedicated to the job as I used to be. That was only the second time we hung out, and the only reason I allowed it was because I thought it would help me get over you."

"Did it work?"

"No." His eyes darkened again when he looked at me, and he took another step closer to the bed. He was standing at the foot of it while I had my legs outstretched toward him. "That's not the real reason you won't touch me though, is it?"

I didn't have to answer for Tyler to know what I was thinking. Without another word, his arms quickly reached out for my feet, pulling them towards him as my body flopped down on the bed. Before I had time to react, his body was hovering over mine in a tabletop position with his hands on either side of my head. Strands of his messy hair hung down in front of his eyes, his t-shirt hanging just low enough to graze against my abdomen. Not a single inch of our bodies were touching, but I definitely wished they were.

"What are you doing?" I breathed, my voice barely coming out in a whisper.

Tyler didn't answer. Instead, he smirked at me before leaning his head down to plant a soft kiss on my neck. I felt one of his hands lift off of the bed to caress my side, starting from just below my armpit and trailing down to my hip. He planted another kiss just below my ear, a sensitive spot that made me shiver.

"Tyler..." I trailed off, unable to keep talking as his fingers continued to move. They had somehow made their way to my thigh, starting on the outside but quickly moving inward.

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