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expecting, more purple than regular flesh. He fisted himself and stroked once, twice, three times.
    When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. “It’s fast when I do it. Fast and hard and not all that good, really. But with your eyes on me, I think it will be even faster.”
    I stared, fascinated, as he handled himself so roughly.
    “Unless you want me to slow it down, I’m going to come soon. Unless you want me to wait.”
    “Why?” I licked my lips, a motion he tracked closely with a gaze forged in iron. “Why would I want you to go slower?”
    “There’s power in denial.” He stared at me while his hand shuttled at his cock. “There’s pleasure in waiting. Delayed gratification.”
    “Oh. I wouldn’t know about all that.”
    His laugh was curt. “You know enough, Rose. Any more and you might just kill me.”
    Despite his assertion, it didn’t end fast. At least not like I’d assumed it would, based on his fierce pumping. He twisted his hand on each upstroke before settling down to a long, hard glide. Again and again, though still he didn’t finish. The mystery built in my mind—what would he look like?
    My lips parted as I leaned forward. His breath stuttered, and his hand faltered.
    “Rose,” he groaned.
    “Should I help?” I whispered.
    “Help how?”
    Touch you. Lick you. Impale myself on you so we can both get what we want. “I don’t know.”
    He shook his head, his hand resuming its slide. “You can’t have it both ways. It’s either tease or fulfill me, withhold or submit—there’s no in between.”
    With shaking hands, I pulled the tank top off me, baring myself to his hot gaze. “Then do it on me. It’s not really touching.”
    A strained smile touched his lips, but his hand sped up. His eyes were glued to my breasts.
    “Cup them again,” he said. “Like you did last night.”
    I held them, relishing in the weight on my palms, the piquant offering they made.
    He suddenly froze, his mouth falling open on a harsh exhalation. I tensed, waiting for the impact of his climax on my skin. Instead he shoved his hand in front of his cock, catching the ejaculate and blocking my view. He rocked into his hand in short, urgent bursts as his orgasm gripped his body.
    He slumped back in the chair with a satisfied sigh. It filled me with a pride I couldn’t disguise even as I complained with a small smile.
    “I thought you were going to do that on me.”
    A wry look transformed sated features. “The first part of me that touches you is not going to be my semen.”
    I felt a blush spread over my chest, painting the tops of my breasts with a rosy hue and heating my cheeks. A small grin curved his lips as he watched me.
    “You’re beautiful when you’re shy.”
    My heart squeezed at his baldly sweet words. “I thought you liked me aggressive.”
    “I like you every way. When you’re aggressive, I want to obey you. When you’re shy, I want to shock you.”
    I hadn’t guessed he could be this way—so honest, so expressive—but maybe that was the benefit of a man who made rhetoric his trade. I paused, licking my lips. His eyes tracked the movement. Be brave. “What does it make you when I’m horny?”
    He leaned forward and murmured, “Desperate.”
    Then he headed into the adjoining bathroom, and I heard the sound of running water. I was flushed all over from that one word, flattened by need and the total lack of time to fulfill it. My brother was waiting downstairs for Drew, and besides, the illusory debt had been fulfilled.
    Gingerly, I pushed myself into the chair, which was still warm from his body. Unbidden, I had performed for him, and he’d returned the favor. There was nothing more I could offer, nothing more to demand. If I wanted more of him, I would have to ask.
    He unlocked the door but waited.
    “Will you call me?”
    He smiled, a full and brilliant thing that sucked all the air from the room. There , it said, that’s what I was waiting for . An invitation, a request. A