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Seems he really doesn’t like the idea of me playing with him.

And because I’m a total damn tease, I grab his waist, my hand slipping under his shirt and onto his hip. “Why? You don’t like being messed with, little mouse?”

“Stop talking.” His fingers dig into my clothed ass, yanking me closer until my head falls back and a rough sound tears out of me. And then he jerks me up and down in slow, tight strokes, sending hot sparks racing down my spine. All my blood rushes straight to where his hand works over my oversensitive skin.

“Yeah,” I groan. “That’s it, baby.”

“I should’ve known better,” he mutters against my ear. “They warned me about you.”

A laugh catches in my throat. “Did they now?”

His grip tightens, irritation flashing across his face when my trousers bunch awkwardly beneath his hand. “You’re impossible.”

Then, with an irritated huff, he shoves my trousers and boxer briefs lower, clearly tired of fighting fabric every time he touches me.

The sharp burst of possessiveness that hits me at the sight almost makes me groan.

“Mm. Keep going. They were right, you know.” I slide my hand beneath the waistband of his shorts and lick my lips when I find his cock so hard he’s leaking against the fabric. “But here you are. And ever since you played for me, I’ve been horny all the time because of you, baby.”

A shaky breath catches into a moan as I match his rhythm. Seems that, like me, Rowan likes it when I take control, when I hold him still and make him feel safe enough to let go. In an instant, my hand is slick with precum, and I use it to lube him up.

“You’re always there,” he mutters, his breathing rough as his hand keeps moving over me. “Following me. In my space. Why me?” His grip tightens. “Why not someone from here?”

I brush my mouth against his throat. “You don’t make the rules, mouse.” My fingers curl harder around him. “I do.”

A shaky sound leaves him, somewhere between frustration and want.

“That’s it,” I murmur. “Stop thinking so much.”

I catch his wrist and drag his hand from my cock, wrapping our hands around both of us together.

We both groan when our hands stroke together, my whole body tightening from it.

I’m so close.

My cock’s completely gone for him now, twitching helplessly every time Rowan touches me like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to.

“Leave me alone.” His hand tightens around my throat, his thumb brushing my jaw while his other hand keeps jerking me off in rough, uneven strokes.

“I’ll think of that next time you call me in the middle of the night, completely freaking out.”

His nostrils flare. “Stop playing with me.”

I can tell he means to sound cold, but the words break apart when I rub him harder, his cock jerking against my palm.

“But you like it when I play.” I tilt my head back against the pillows, breath catching when his fingers tighten again around my throat. “You like being pinned down by me and pretending you hate it.”

“I don’t pretend anything.”

“No? Then why do you keep touching me like you’re scared I’ll disappear?”

That does something to him, judging by the way his hips stutter and his breathing turns rougher while he looms over me like he wants to climb inside my skin.

“You are so beautiful like this,” I whisper against his lips, watching his eyes darken at the praise. “So fucking pretty when you’re coming apart for me. You gonna keep pretending you hate this? When you’re tasting like this for me?”

The smell of my soap and cologne still clings faintly to the oversized black fabric wrapped around him, and something about seeing it sliding loose off one pale shoulder while his hair spreads across the dark silk pillows beneath him almost ruins my control entirely.

“I’m gonna make you feel good tonight, little mouse,” I murmur.