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“I fucking knew this is how I’d find you. Tell me it’s for me, Rosey. Not Fisher or Jack. Tell me that all this delicious wetness is for me.”

“Of course,” I choke out. “I’m crazy for you.”

He works his fingers hard and fast. I grab at his arm, trying to get him to slow down. I’m so wound up, I know if he keeps going like this, I’m going to be orgasming in a matter of seconds.

“If you want me to stop, tell me to stop and I will.”

I shake my head. He can’t stop. I think I’ll die if he stops touching me. “I’m going to come,” I say, my voice tight and high.

“I know,” he says. “I want you to come. And then I’m going to fuck you on the couch and against the door and in the shower. Come for me, so we can get to all that.”

I whimper. I want that so much. I want to give myself to him. Surrender.

He flips us around, pressing me against the door, and drives his fingers into me. It’s hard and rough, and all I think about is his hand shoved in my jeans, his lips on my neck, his growl in my ear, saying all the things he wants to do to me.

His fingers press against my flesh, and the scrape of his stubble against my skin sends every sense into hyperdrive. Sensation shoots from me and I convulse around his hand.

“That’s right, Rosey. Come for me.”

Stars explode in my vision. I feel like I’m floating and melting and disappearing.

I cling to Byron’s shoulders as my orgasm ebbs away.

I’m panting, my body weak. Byron slides his thigh between my legs to keep me from falling. I’m unable to catch my breath. I’m lifeless.

“It’s like I’m addicted to your sounds when you come. I can’t get enough.”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I have no control over the sounds I’m making when I’m with Byron. I have no control around him, period. But it’s not just when we’re having sex. I simply can’t resist him. I don’t want to take my power back from my mother and Frank and give it to someone else—especially not a man as powerful as Byron. But I can’t seem to say no. I don’t want to.

The more time I spend with Byron, the more I wonder if he evenwantsmy power. A voice inside says the answer is no. Maybe it’s because this—whatever this is between us—has a natural end date. I’ll move into staff housing next week, and things will naturally fade out. They’re bound to.

Byron scoops me up and I hook my hands around his neck. “You don’t want my power,” I whisper against his chest.

“I want your body,” he growls.

He lays me on the bed and steps back, like he’s considering his options. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

“I want all of them,” I say.

He strips off my jeans and top. When I’m completely naked, he pulls his clothes off, not taking his eyes from mine as he does. When he takes off his boxers, my gaze drops to what’s between his thighs.

I’ve always thought penises were weird. They serve a purpose and all, but really, I always found them a little off-putting. But Byron’s penis is gorgeous. Flat against his stomach, it’s rigid steel covered in smooth velvet. I lick my lips at the thought of my hands around it, my tongue over it, pressing it between my thighs.

“I love your dick.” It slips out before I can think what I’m saying. I cover my face with my arm.

“It loves you back,” he says on a chuckle. “Come here,” he says, nudging my thighs open and standing between them.

I push myself up so I’m sitting in front of him, his dick level with my face. I glance up at him, and he’s grinning. He lifts my chin and shakes his head like he’s seen something he can’t quite believe.

I start at the base of his cock. My tongue flat, I lick in one long, slow movement up, teasing out a groan from that dirty mouth.

It’s beautiful. I glance up at him, and his eyes are dark—fierce, like he’s on the brink of war. I take him in my fist, starting at the top and pushing down in another slow movement.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he growls.

I think it’s me who has all the power now, and I like it. I bite back a grin and get to work. I lick, suck, pull, and push, and he cries and moans, fueling the sense of power washing through me. Sucking him makes him feel good. I know that for sure. But it makesmefeel good too. It makes me feel sexy and powerful that a man like Byron can be so weak for me.

I take him so deep, I reach around to his ass to keep him in place so I can take him to the back of my throat. He cries out my name like a chant. It’s such a thrill to be able to drive him mad like this. My nipples are so hard, they hurt. The wetness between my legs is borderline embarrassing.