When the simulation ended, Ronan leaned back. His heart beat is just this side of frantic, too fast to be in control, but still maintaining its own strong rhythm. Every time he'd hit his target had been a dose of adrenaline, one more pulse of pleasure pulsing through his body. It took time to come down off of that high.

Surprise me. He hadn't expected that to happen. Not only that but Ronan had surprised even himself. He half smiled as he looked at those scores. Usually, he returned to his standard mood shortly after finishing the simulation. This time the satisfaction might outlast his racing heart.

"Fuck," he breathed. He glanced back over his shoulder though he couldn't see Adam. "Hate to disappoint you, but looks like you can put your whip away."