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“You,” she whispered.

“And your orgasms?”

“They’re yours. All yours.” She tightened her arms around him.

He reached down and slowly removed the vibrator as her inner muscles instinctually clenched against his fingers. She shivered once more, wondering if the
no
climax
restriction was still in place.

“Not yet,” he murmured.

“How did you know what I was thinking? My eyes?” she asked ruefully.

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“I have to confess, they’re more potent than a newborn puppy. I nearly called the dinner to a halt several times. The pleading was almost more than I could bear.”

“More than
you
could bear?” she asked, her voice rising. She’d nearly died a million times trying to follow his damn rule and he wanted her to think he’d suffered?

“I’ve thought of nothing but coming inside that hot cunt of yours for four days.

Believe me, Keira, no one wanted you to pass that test more than I did. Taking you home early would have killed me.”

“But you would have done it,” she said, aware her words sounded more like a statement than the question she’d intended.

“I would have done it. You have to learn to trust me. A large part of that is proving to you that I’m a man of my word. You can believe what I say to you.”

“I…” She paused, then realized the truth of what she was about to say. “I do trust you.”

His smile filled his face and she thought he resembled a man who’d just discovered he was heir to a large inheritance. “Come with me,” he said, taking her hand and leading her to his bedroom. She’d never seen it before, recalling that her first tour of his apartment had ended with her bent over the desk in his office.

As she entered, she was taken aback by the rich, dark colors and lovely décor. Her first thought was romantic. His bedroom was plush and comfortable and seemed to be decorated with lovers in mind.

“Wow,” she whispered as he chuckled.

“I take it you approve?”

“It’s so warm, so inviting.”

“Jessica helped me decorate it when I first moved in. I have to admit, I had my reservations about giving her free rein, but when I saw the end result, I knew she’d created something special and I’ve been quite impatient, wanting to share it with someone I cared about.”

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“You sound as if you’ve never shown this to anyone.”

“I’ve never brought another woman here,” he confessed. Her heart raced at his admission.

“Sometimes I think this isn’t real,” she said.

He grinned. “Too much, too fast?”

She nodded. “I’m not the kind of woman who does this.”

“Does what?” he asked.

“Throws herself into a relationship faster than the speed of light. I’ve just never felt so much, so soon.”

“I don’t know if this will help or not, but you aren’t alone in that feeling.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her as if to accentuate his point. When they broke apart, she giggled.

“What’s so funny?” he asked.

“I just realized I’ve spent the last hour naked, while you’re completely dressed.

Shouldn’t that feel strange?”

He shrugged. “I think it feels just right. But, I agree, I think we’d both be a bit more comfortable right now if I were a little less dressed.” He started to unbutton his shirt but she batted his hands away. “Let me,” she insisted, working quickly to divest him of his shirt. When she struggled with the clasp on his pants, it was his turn to take over once more.

After he was completely naked, she forced herself to take a step back. Her gaze drifted to his rock-hard abs and her eyes widened at the sight of his ripped, muscular arms. He clearly lifted weights. His legs were strong and his cock was, well…wow. He was gorgeous.

“I’m not sure I’ve ever been subjected to such a thorough examination,” he teased.

“Like what you see?”

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She glanced up and saw him regarding her perusal with humor in his eyes. “I love what I see.”

“Go get on the bed. I feel the need to fuck you, very badly.” She giggled at his command, walking toward the king-sized bed. The duvet was thick and soft and she admired it as she pulled it down to reveal honest-to-God silk sheets.

She felt Will’s cock brush against her spine, his breath hot on her neck. “Crawl in.” He helped her up onto the high bed, following her under the sheets. She wondered how she was stopping herself from jumping on top of him. Her overwhelming need had only grown since dinner and it was taking every ounce of strength in her body to remain calm.

“Lie on your back,” he said, positioning her in the center of the bed. He lay beside her, propped on his elbow so—although he wasn’t on top of her—she felt covered and wonderfully trapped beneath him.

“I asked you once how far you would go. Do you remember your answer, Keira?” She nodded. “I said as far as you would take me.”

“Give me your hands.”

She complied, surprised when he dragged them above her head and secured them to the center of the headboard with restraints she hadn’t noticed before.

“I want to touch you,” she said, her voice protesting this continued bondage.

He shook his head. “Not this time. There are too many things I want to do to your lovely body and your hands will just be in the way.”

“Will,” she whispered, the image of him taking her overpowering every other thought in her mind. “I need you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” he assured her. “But first…” He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a long black scarf. He tied it around her eyes and she was plunged into immediate darkness. The sensation only heightened her already powerful 87

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arousal and reminded her of his lessons on the senses when they’d worked on her writing.

“Take me into your mouth.” She felt him shift on the bed, felt the head of his cock nudge at her lips and she opened them, hungry for the taste of him. This blowjob felt different from her first experience with him in the fitting room. He was rougher, more commanding. His hands engulfed her head as he drove his cock into her mouth. This felt less like a blowjob and more like—

“Your mouth was made to be fucked,” he said as he moved in deeply. She savored the feeling of his possession as she took him to the back of her throat, anxious to have his come fill her mouth again.

She cried out when, on one retreat, he pulled all the way out. His lips swallowed her complaints, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, mimicking the movements of his cock just seconds earlier.

She gasped for breath before demanding, “More,” when he finally broke the kiss.

“Not this time,” he said as he moved down on the bed. His knees bumped into her ass as he nudged her thighs apart and she felt him kneeling between her legs. His lessons in his office on the value of using all her senses were certainly coming in handy now. Without her sight, everything he was doing to her felt stronger, more powerful.

His hands spread her legs apart and his hot breath teased the aching flesh of her pussy.

“God,” she gasped when his tongue slowly traveled along the slit between her legs before stopping at her clit.

“I didn’t get my dessert earlier,” he said as he used the tip of his tongue to press down on the sensitive nerves, driving her to the height of madness.

“Have—to—come,” she gasped.

“Not until I say so,” he said, his voice harsh, commanding.

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His tongue returned to her flesh, exploring and taunting every inch of her before entering her. She struggled to breathe as he drove his tongue in and out, fucking her in a way she’d never been fucked before.

She stiffened her body, fighting back her orgasm once more. When he finally allowed her to come, she feared she’d died in the explosion. He read her body almost as easily as he read his damn books, and he pulled out as she was about to hit the pinnacle.

“Damn you!” she screamed.

He chuckled, refusing to rise to her angry bait, and replaced his tongue with two fingers. He shoved them inside without preamble and her back arched in delight as he drove them deeply, roughly.

Three times she climbed to the peak and three times he denied her release. She was quivering, crying, and still he played.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Not yet.” His fingers left her pussy despite her body’s struggle to hold them inside. He dragged his dripping digits down, pausing at the opening to her anus.

She gasped as he slowly pushed one wet finger inside her ass. “Easy,” he murmured, when she tensed up. The feeling, the idea of him invading her ass, felt foreign and yet thoroughly exciting. When his finger was completely lodged inside her tight hole, he paused.

“How far will you go?” he repeated.

His words began to take on a clearer meaning. She lay bound to his bed, blindfolded, his finger buried in her ass, her body screaming for the climax he’d denied for hours—and she understood.

There was nothing he wouldn’t take from her. And yet, she knew—really knew—

there also wasn’t anything he wouldn’t give her either.

“Take me,” she answered. “Take all of me.”

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She sensed her words freed something he’d kept restrained, hidden until that moment. He pulled the finger out of her ass, added a second and took her closer to heaven than she’d ever been. He pushed her hard, far, and she reveled in his demands.

She heard the tear of foil as he continued to fuck her ass with his fingers. His fist lightly bumped against her clit and she realized he was putting on a condom.

Keeping his fingers lodged in her anus, he pushed the head of his cock into her pussy.

She cried out her relief, her gratitude, her wonder. “Yes,” she hissed and he slowly pushed inside, giving her everything she hadn’t realized she’d been missing for a lifetime. Once he was buried to the hilt, he paused and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Hard.”

A second hadn’t elapsed before he moved within her. His cock in her cunt and his fingers in her ass drove her to climax in an instant.

“Come,” he said and she cried out her release, the muscles of her pussy clenching against his cock as he continued to pound inside her. Twice more he led her to the crest, pushing her over into the brilliant white light before giving in to his own needs.

She moaned when his cock and fingers left her body, relishing the hard, heavy weight of him as he collapsed on top of her. He reached up to release the restraints, removed the blindfold and shoved himself to her side as she took him into her embrace, her kisses mingling with the sweat on his brow.

“Stay the night,” he murmured and she grinned at the sleepiness in his voice.

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Stay every night.”

She leaned back and saw that he had drifted off to sleep, his words beating a tattoo in her brain and on her heart.

Stay every night.

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Chapter Eight

“Hey Tris. I need two Coronas and a glass of white zinfandel.” Keira rubbed her neck, trying to stretch the stiff muscles in her shoulders and back. Since spending the night with Will two days earlier, she hadn’t had time to see him again. Pop had suffered another dizzy spell and Keira had confined him to bed, working double shifts and bullying her siblings into doing the same to ensure the man stayed put.

“Busy damn night. You’d think it was the weekend,” Tris complained.

“There’s a big conference going on. Apparently they let the stockbrokers out for good behavior early tonight.” Although the good behavior part was certainly stretching things. She’d slapped away more than a few wandering hands as they’d headed for her ass.

“Here are your drinks,” Tris said, handing her the beers and wine. Teagan was singing on the tiny stage in the corner and Keira could see the dark circles under her sister’s eyes. Clearly Keira and Ewan were going to have to sit down and study the books, find a way to hire some extra help. Business was doing well and her brothers and sisters deserved to have lives outside the walls of the pub and restaurant. She placed the drinks on the table and turned, running into a solid wall of hard muscle.

“Will,” she said, her exhaustion fading away in the face of his welcome company.

His eyes narrowed as he studied her face.

“You’re tired,” he said.

“Look that good, do I?” she teased.

“You look gorgeous, but I don’t like these.” He ran his hand along the worry lines in her forehead. “Or these,” he said as his fingers traced what she was sure were dark circles identical to her sister’s.

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“Can you take a break?” he asked. “Just a short one?” She glanced around and caught Ewan’s attention. Her younger brother walked over.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Can you cover me for a few minutes?”

Ewan looked Will up and down as she fought to roll her eyes. Her brothers really were going to have to get over these juvenile intimidation tactics. “I guess. But don’t be too long. It’s nuts in here.”

She started to lead Will to a table, but he pulled her up short. “Somewhere private,” he whispered in her ear.

She considered his request and led him down a back hallway to a small storage closet. “I’m afraid this is a private as it gets.”

“This will do,” he said as he closed the door behind him, casting them in darkness.

“There’s a light switch behind you,” she said, reaching around his large frame to try to find it.

“The dark is fine,” he said. “Pull up your skirt and take off your panties.”

“Will…” She started to protest, despite her body’s immediate willingness to comply.

“Do it now, Keira.”

She raised her skirt and started to remove her panties. Will sped the process along and she was surprised by his haste. He was never in a hurry and she actually felt a gush of wetness fill her pussy at the idea of experiencing her first quickie.