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She
doesn’t suck it, doesn’t run her tongue against it. I don’t think she really
knows what to do, but I adore her more for trying. I let her off the hook and
quickly replace my hand with my lips, my tongue, trying to lose her with the
moment.
    Her movements are more assured now, her hands drifting to my
hair, tugging, clenching, kneading. Her spine curves again, her body meeting
mine once more. That’s it, Rose. I have
you.
    You’re safe with me.
    A full minute passes before that all disappears, before she
retreats into her head again, before her kisses shorten, before her lips close
and she pulls back altogether.
    It was a brief, fleeting moment where I almost had her
vulnerable and bare. But if I can put my thumb into her mouth without her
biting it off, it’s only a matter of time until I’m inside her completely.

 

 
    [ 4 ]
    CONNOR COBALT

 
    Well, I learned what increasing the production
value entails.
    Here’s a new one for me.
    Scott Van Wright somehow manipulated my girlfriend into moving out of her sanctuary, leaving our Princeton house. I really wish I had
been there for the conversation and not been stuck in a college lecture hall. I
would have rebutted every argument he had that began with “ The Real World ” and ended with “you’re all living together.”
    We all lived together in Princeton, New Jersey.
    The difference now: Loren Hale’s half-brother, Ryke Meadows, is moving in for six
months. So is Rose’s little sister, Daisy. That’s six people in one house.
    I’m trying to be the encouraging boyfriend, but I can’t be
at fault for however I act around Scott. I don’t like that he convinced Rose to
do something that I would have trouble talking her into. It makes me nervous.
    Rose stares up at the open ceiling, microphones and wires
dangling from the rafters of our new home. Her forehead scrunches at having to
live in a Philadelphia townhouse designed especially for production. Three
levels. Five bedrooms. One communal bathroom. No yard. A nice hot tub and patio
area. And an even larger dining room and kitchen.
    “He promised we wouldn’t be filmed in the bathroom or the
bedrooms,” she says with tight lips.
    “Promises from anyone other than me mean nothing,” I say.
“Has he hit you over the head?”
    She glares. “It’s in the contract.”
    “Then Lo and I will make sure there aren’t any cameras in
the rooms.”
    “And the bathroom,” she says quickly.
    “That too.”
    She nods to herself and raises her chin to appear more
confident about the matter, but privacy means a great deal to Rose. And this is
a lot more intrusive than she anticipated.
    “You can always tell him to fuck off,” I remind her. “You’ve
said it to men many times before.”
    “And yet, you’re still here.”
    I smile. True.
    She lets out a breath. “No. It has to be done this way.”
    “And why is that?”
    “He said that there’ll be more viewers if we all live
together. Rich families being filmed in their natural environment has been done
before. This hasn’t.” She pauses. “Except for The Real World but—”
    “All I hear is Scott Van Wright in your mouth, and that’s
really the last place I want another man to be.”
    She gives me a cold look and says, “I happen to agree with
him. I did the research.”
    “Fine.” But what Scott really wants is the most drama
possible, the most chaos, and this is the type of setting that’ll grant him
what he desires. And if Rose is a part of that package, he’s going to fucking
lose this battle. I just don’t want it to be at the cost of Rose’s fashion
line. If I ruin Calloway Couture, I’ll lose her too. Her company is why we’re
swimming in a fish bowl after all. I’d do almost anything to help her achieve
her dreams.
    “Plus,” she adds, only to provoke me, “our house had poor
sound quality. We would’ve had to move anyway.”
    “Right, because they couldn’t spend a couple thousand
dollars to rig better equipment at