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I'm not denying her.

"You should." Finally, my shoulders relax.

The thought of tying Jasmine to her bed—That's everything I need.

"After, put on that purple robe. Nothing under it." I firm my voice. So she knows exactly what I mean. "Then sit on your bed and wait."

"Wait?"

"Yes. Until I'm ready." My eyes meet hers. "That is what you want."

It's not a question. She nods anyway. "Yes. But… are you sure you're okay?"

"Is this what you want? Yes or no?"

"Yes."

"Then go. Before I lose my patience." I let my voice get harder. "You won't like what happens if I lose my patience, princess."

Chapter Thirty-One

Jasmine

It's official. I'm not only insane. I'm—what is it men say?

Thinking with my dick.

I'm thinking with my clit.

I'm completely out of my head.

But I don't care.

Everything is shaded with pleasure.

My shower is illicit. Like the warm water is his fingertips. Like his hands are the ones in my hair. Like he's standing on the tile, watching with wide eyes.

I should be wondering why he's pushing the wedding, what his stepfather was doing at our party, if my dad really is okay—

But I'm not.

I'm buzzing with anticipation.

Thinkingmore, more, more.

It's the only thing in my head.

And, fuck, that feels good. I'm not listening to my better judgment. Or my inhibitions. Or the voice naggingmake sure he's okay.

Maybe he's not.

But I'm not either.

And this is all he can offer me.

I'm not a fool. I'm taking it.

I turn off the water. Step onto the cool tile. Pull a violet towel around my chest.

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