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“Unrepentant lech.”

“Frigid bitch.”

“Loose asshole.”

“Hey now, that one’s not even accurate.”

“You have loose morals and are an asshole. What did you think I meant?”

“Smartass.”

“That one’s practically a compliment,” she responded.

I didn’t have to look, I knew her smile matched my own.

“Cum dumpster,” she tried.

I was genuinely shocked. Just scandalized. “First of all, where did you hear that?”

“You,” she muttered. “One of your stories to Dair.”

“I don’t think you even know what that means. Second, inaccurate. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

“Dick.”

“Yes, that is how I would demonstrate.”

“Shameless hussy.”

“Cold-blooded harpy.”

And so it went. On and on.

We didn’t stop for quite a while. Neither of us could seem to help ourselves.

In spite of the physical torture it put me through to have her so close and in my bed, I wanted to do this every night just for the insults alone.

That and the warm feeling in my chest.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

I WOKE UP with the worst morning wood of my life. I thought I was going to die.

Ro was already awake and moving around. In my room. Her luscious little body probably still warm from my bed. Mmm.

My bed still warm from that luscious little body. Yum.

“How out of line would it be if I started jacking off right now?” I asked her, half hopeful, half full of it.

“Good morning to you, too. And that’s just rude. You asked me to sleep in here, you know.”

“And now I’m asking to jack off. Seems perfectly polite to me. Asking you to give me a hand with it, now that might be a bit uncouth.”

She snorted and walked out.

I got up, crawled into my own still warm from Ro—yum—bed, buried my face in my pillow that smelled like her, and had at it.

I started cursing myself almost the moment I was done. Now I’d have to change my sheets right away, erasing all traces of her.