Before he realizes my intention, I reach for the lamp on the table beside the armrest and flick on the light.

His body goes taut under me, and when I blink to adjust my eyes, I see why.

Warner’s eyebrow has a nasty gash through it, and his face is bruised. He winces and avoids my eyes, but that doesn’t stop me from wrenching up his shirt to find even more discoloration on his torso.

“Where did all of these bruises come from?” My words come out ragged with worry. He’s riddled with injuries. “Did you have an accident at work?”

“It doesn’t matter. They’ll be healed in a few hours.” Warner pries his shirt out of my hands, pulling it down to cover himself.

“It does matter. What happened? When did it happen? You weren’t messed up like this when we went out to lunch!”

“Zoey.” He groans my name, sitting up to bury his face in my neck and wrap his arms around my waist. The hold presses us tight together, which I would enjoy any other time, but now, I can’t examine his injuries.

He starts kissing my skin, causing goose bumps to prickle all over my body.

The sneaky animal is looking to distract me.

I’m not having any of it.

My fingers comb into his hair, as if I’m giving him a normal gentle caress. Then, I fist my hands, grabbing hold of the roots and directing his head back until Warner meets my eyes. He pants, lust clear in his gaze.

He likes when I take charge. When I get a little rough.

“Warner.” His name comes out of my throat in a sultry murmur, and his eyelids flicker at the sound. “What do I want?”

“You want to suck my dick?”

I almost smile at the hopeful note in his voice.

But I keep the humor off my face, instead giving his hair another tug before leaning down to bite his bottom lip. Hard.

He groans, deep in his throat, and his erection grows hard under my ass.

“What do I want?” My tone is more demanding as I repeat the question.

With his head pulled back, I can see the way he swallows. I can watch the tensing, then relaxing of his jaw. After a moment, he sighs in defeat.

“You want to know what happened to me.”

My grip relaxes, and I use the pads of my fingers to massage his scalp and place a gentle kiss to his lip to soothe where I bit him.

“You don’t have to tell me.” I watch Warner’s eyebrows rise in disbelief before I clarify. “But if you don’t, I’m going to ask you to leave.”

His embrace tightens again as wide eyes search my face.