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have many perks. I
still owe you things.”
    “You have plenty of perks,” I tell her. “You just choose not
to delight in them.” I edge close to her, setting a hand on the counter, my
mouth near her neck as I lean in low. She tenses as my hand dips to her thigh.
“What favor do you need?” I ask, slipping my palm beneath her robe.
    “I’m going to burn you,” she says, not as a threat. Fear
spikes in her voice. She unplugs the curling iron quickly and sets it aside.
    I bite her ear and whisper, “Breathe.”
    She barely exhales.
“I need you to give Lo the talk.”
    I hunch over, resting my chin on her shoulder for a second.
My expression stays complacent, composed—the face I carry with me throughout
the day, the one Rose calls “fake.”
    “I think we’re past thattalk, Rose.”
    She glowers, her entire body responding to the emotion. Her
eyes narrow, her stance closes, her shoulders pull back, forcing me to straighten
up.
    I almost get hard.
    “Don’t patronize me,” she says. “ Lo’s going to get my sister pregnant on accident. He’s impulsive and careless. So
you need to do what you do best and instill some common sense into him.”
    “I imagine that conversation blowing over as well as a
hurricane.” I twirl her by the waist so she leans against the counter, facing
me. “So it’s going to cost you.”
    She peruses my body with a sharp gaze. “I’m prepared to
pay.”
    My lips slowly rise. “Are you?”
    “Yes.” But her eyes speak differently, and my smile fades.
She’s really, truly scared.
    “You’re safe with me, you know that, Rose?” I ask her. “I
won’t ever hurt you.” I’ve always treated her like she’s an extension of
myself.
    The more hostile, torrid side—that is.
      It’s a reason I’ve become
so possessive of her throughout the years, even when we weren’t together.
    “I know,” she says, relaxing her shoulders.
    “Then I’ll talk with Lo.”
    “What do I need to do for you?” she asks, too stubborn to
back down, even if the unknown frightens her.
    “Stop thinking for a minute.”
    “What—”
    I kiss her, my large hand cupping her delicate face, my lips
against her soft. Her breath rises to her throat, and her body curves to meet
mine. She rouses, clutching my muscular arms with her free hands. The uncertainty
still lingers on her lips, hesitating.
    I break apart. “Get out of your head,” I tell her, my hand
lowering to her ass. I push her against me, her pelvis tucked neatly to mine.
Her robe slips between her legs, revealing the bareness of her thighs.
    A moan pushes through her lips. I pin her against the
counter, only the towel separating my cock from her body, and she struggles to
gain control with me. Her head dips back in arousal, and she desperately grips
my arms, her fingers digging into my biceps. But she looks lost on what to do
with her legs, one wanting to wrap around my waist, the other half off the
ground with the force of my body.
    I hold her left leg up to my side, stretching her, and she
lets out a staggered breath. “Wait, wait…” she starts, her hands on my chest.
She’s flushed and warm to the touch, but she plummets right back in her fucking
head.
    “Rose,” I chastise and drop her leg to the ground.
    She rests her elbows on the counter, confusion lacing her
eyes.
    You liked that. It’s
okay to like that, Rose. My hand returns to her jaw, caressing her cheek as
she processes what happened—my dominant movements that trounced her into a
puddle. My puddle.
    I run my thumb on her bottom lip.
    “Je suis passionné de toi ,” I say. I am passionate about you.
    Her chest falls, understanding me well.
    I slip my thumb into her mouth, and a sharp noise catches in
her throat. She blushes at hearing herself. I leave my thumb there and press a
soft kiss to her neck, and then I suck sensitive spots, trailing up her collar
to her cheek.
    She can throw me off at any second.
    But surprisingly, she closes her lips over my thumb.