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doesn’t want to give me that satisfaction or that win.
    I grip my cock tighter, a low groan in my throat.
    She inhales sharply.
    I only grin more. Even though she’s confident, brazen and
haughty, she’s none of these things when it comes to this. Sex. Fucking. Affection.
    I may be patient, but I’m no longer going easy on her
anymore, not with Scott Van Wright in contention. Before I moved in with Rose,
I would have placated her. I would have stopped masturbating as soon as she
opened the door.
    Now, I’m not going to be so nice.
    My eyes descend to the curve of her hips, visible with the
silk that hugs her waist. I roam her body with my intense gaze, and her legs
shift, her knees bending.
    I affect her as much as she does me.
    I rub faster, and then my body shudders as I release.
    She stiffly steps back from the shower before I can meet her
eyes, and she plugs in her curling iron at the sink.
    I control my breathing, keeping my weight supported with my
left hand on the wall. And I let my thoughts realign from hormonal places to
more logical ones. I have been with Rose for an entire year, and I’ve been
jacking off for most of it.
    Waiting for her—that’s not the hard part. Knowing what’s
best for her but watching her deny it out of stubbornness—that is.
    I open the shower door. She caps her toothpaste and places
it meticulously back in the organized cabinet. Her body is tense and lit up,
and she’ll most likely please herself later to alleviate the pulsing between
her legs.
      She glances at me
once, and her eyes immediately flit away. “We have towels, Richard.” She points
a manicured nail to the rack. “Terrycloth. Soft. Inviting. You might want to
try one out.”
    The corners of my lips rise. “It’s just a cock, Rose,” I
say. “You’d enjoy it inside of you.”
    She rolls her eyes dramatically, but her neck flushes.
    I understand that she’s afraid to lose her power. We’re
equals on many accounts, but when it comes to sex, I am like a god to her
mortal standing. And it’s driving her crazy. Not that she’s ever been
completely sane.
    I casually walk towards her. “So you’ve learned politics,
philosophy, French, business and fashion at Princeton, but clearly you were a
little slow in your dormitory studies. Penn would have served you better.”
    She glares. “Why? Because your college was filled with
juvenile horndogs ?”
    I ease behind her, and she stares at me questioningly
through the mirror. Approaching Rose Calloway is like nearing a sleeping tiger.
Every single time there’s a chance she’ll bite me. “No,” I whisper, pulling the
collar of her robe to expose more of her neck. “Because I was there.” I press
my lips lightly to her nape.
    And her whole body trembles. Just as my hands fall to the
slip of her robe, she spins towards me and places her hands on my chest.
Normally I’d back up, but I stand my ground. Right here. Not moving to her
demands.
    I raise my palms and then clasp my hands behind my back,
showing that I won’t touch her anymore. But if she wants to curl her hair,
she’s going to have to do it with me—naked—behind her.
    “Back up,” she says.
    “If I really thought you wanted me to, I would.”
    “I do.” But curiosity glimmers in her yellow-green eyes, and
she peers down at my cock for the first time.
    She remains stoic, almost unreadable, but the corner of her
lip betrays her, rising in a fraction of a smile. When she meets my gaze again,
I tilt my head, grinning in satisfaction, the kind that only incites her.
    She holds up a warning finger at me. “Don’t you dare say do you like what you see? I will break
up with you right here if you utter those fucking stupid words.”
    I laugh into a wider grin and say, “I don’t have to ask you,
Rose. I already know you do.”
    She pushes me lightly in the chest and tries not to share my
smile. “Why am I with you? You’re so conceited, arrogant—”
    “Narcissistic,” I add, “attractive,