No matter, I didn't care what his reasoning was, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He wanted to play games, so be it. My chin went up.

Leander understood my body language perfectly…and then one of his big hands palmed the considerable bulge challenging the leather of his trousers. He stroked himself through the fabric.

Waves of heat danced along my skin. Captivated by his movement, I couldn’t take my eyes away from his hand as it rubbed slowly up and down his length. His ...