I volunteer as tribute.

Cocking his head to the side, he stepped forward and Sharon’s breath caught in her throat. Jake wasn’t a Dom and he insisted he wasn’t a dominant at all, but he was pure alpha-male. After last night she could confirm that he liked to be bossy in the bedroom. She really liked take-charge, bossy men in in the bedroom, which was how she’d ended up in a BDSM club in the first place.

He reached out to a tendril of hair that was curled over her shoulder, but instead of brushing it back, he started winding it around his fingers. Why that was so sexy she had no idea, but her whole body felt like it pulsed in response. Her stupid, sore vagina perked up in interest - as if that area could even take another pounding right now.

“I thought we were working our attraction out of our systems,” she said, a little breathlessly.

“Mine’s not worked out yet,” he murmured, his blue eyes meeting hers with a hot, intense look that made her insides twist and clench. “How about yours?”

“No, not yet.” Her lips quirked. “Are you suggesting Round 2?”

Jake shifted his big body closer, crowding her in a way that she really liked. Her eyes darted back and forth, but the only people moving through the hallways were nurses and doctors, none of whom were paying the least bit of attention to her and Jake. She didn’t back up and she could practically feel the heat of his body as he was less than an inch away from her. Her nipples stiffened, as if trying to rub themselves against him. If she swayed just a little bit, they would.

“What are you doing today?” he asked.

The side of her lip curled up in a slightly disappointed smile. “I’m heading over to Kate and Andrew’s. I’m probably going to be there the rest of today. Tomorrow evening?”

“I’m free.” The corners of his lips tipped up, heat flaring in his eyes. Damn it. He really was sexy when he wasn’t a grumpy, judgmental jerk. That crooked little smile did all sorts of things to her insides, none of which were going to lead to good decisions and she knew it.

She pointed her finger at the center of his chest. “We’re not telling anyone, got it?” She wrinkled her nose. “We’re the last two singles in our group and I don’t want any of them getting expectations.”

“So, we’re just… What? ‘Netflix and chill’ buddies?” he asked, sounding amused.

Sharon rolled her eyes. “I would just call it ‘fuck buddies,’ but sure. Whatever you want to call it as long as we keep it between us.”