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Mr. Magoo turned to make his way back to Sawyer, but Chloe snatched him up, kissed
his head, and began scratching under his chin. “I hear transitioning from war is hard
on people, so I guess what you’re saying makes sense. And it’s good you had
that
”—her cheeks flushed deeper, eyes looking down toward the cat—“to bring you back from
a dark place in your life.”

Sawyer heard the cat purring from where he sat. He also understood the cat’s happiness.
If Chloe were to stroke him, he’d be purring, too. Silence descended upon them. Sawyer
watched Chloe absently petting her cat and nibbling her lip, deep in thought. His
stomach clenched in anticipation, just as it had earlier when he knew this conversation
needed to happen.

Tonight at the hospital, when he’d seen Chloe hugging his sister, he’d realized this
wasn’t just sex. It wouldn’t ever be. He liked Chloe. Every single thing about her
pleased him, and he wanted to get to know her better. But to do that, she needed to
know him. Truth was, she might not accept his sexual preferences. One thing he’d learned
from his past was that he couldn’t change himself. He needed to be Dominant at times
in his life to keep centered.

The cat’s purring deepened, and Sawyer couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Please
tell me what you are thinking.”

Chloe lifted her head, eyes crinkled at the corners. “To be honest, I’m surprised.
Here I thought you were Mr. Goody Two-shoes.” She gave a sweet smile. “I guess I had
you pegged all wrong.”

Sawyer barked a laugh. Her responses always shocked him, and he loved that about her.
“I don’t play by all the rules, no.”

“Well, apparently you only play by the rules you like to make,” she mused.

He inclined his head in full agreement. “Probably very true.”

She regarded him for a moment. Her cheeks burned with that bright color he found both
amusing and arousing. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I like you.” He noticed how she squirmed a little, but Sawyer kept his eyes
on her, gauging her response. “I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s all right
with you. And to know you, you need to know me, because this side of me comes with
it.”

“I’m not sure…Well, I mean…I’ve never…Okay, if we’re being honest here, I’ve only
been with Josh, and he doesn’t do kink.”

Sawyer didn’t even try to hide his chuckle, but truly, no answer had ever pleased
him more. He liked, more than he expected, that Chloe had only one lover in her past.
And that Josh wasn’t skilled in the art of sex. “Well then, that leaves you with a
choice, doesn’t it?” Her mouth parted, just enough for Sawyer to hear the hitch of
her breath. “So tell me, Chloe, what woman do you want to be: an inhibited one, or
a woman ready to explore?”

She gulped. “I…know that I don’t want to be boring.”

“Good.” That he could work with.

Her hair fell perfectly over one shoulder, blanketing her breast, as she kissed the
top of the cat’s head. “But in the name of being honest, I’m not sure what it is that
you’re asking of me.”

“I’m not asking anything of you.”
Not yet, anyway.

She frowned. “Then why are you telling me this?”

“Because you’ve told me a lot about you. I think it’s only fair that I share everything
about myself, too.”

Mr. Magoo meowed at being ignored, and Chloe glanced at the cat and petted him. “Do
you want me to go to a club with you? Is that where this conversation is going?”

“No, Chloe.” Which, oddly, surprised him. Kyler had brought a vanilla girl into the
BDSM lifestyle and married her, but Sawyer didn’t want that with Chloe. Not right
now, anyway. “A BDSM club is the last place I’d take you.”

She snorted, brows shooting up. “Oh, really? And why is that?”

“I’m not trying to offend you. In fact, you’d fit in there just fine.” Chloe would
love the Club Sin submissives. They were a great bunch of girls. “But I wouldn’t bring
you because…” He paused, wondering why he didn’t want her there. He came up blank.
“Right now I don’t want you there.”

The light on the small table by the love seat illuminated the scrunch of her nose.
“Is it because I’m too…as you say it…
pure
?”

He tilted his head, regarding her for a moment before he crooked his finger at her.
“Come here.”

“Why?”

He grinned. “Because I’m asking very nicely.”

She laughed, but rose with the cat in her arms. Instead of coming to him, though,
he watched her walk away. He frowned as he heard a door close, but then he realized
why she’d left a second later when Chloe returned alone. She’d put Mr. Magoo in another
room.

“He’ll drive us nuts.” She gave a shy smile, moving toward him.

When she paused by the table, wringing her hands, he crooked a finger at her again.
“Come here, Chloe.”

The air shifted as she approached, then she stopped in front of him. His cock hardened
so fast he fought back a groan. The way Chloe watched him, with nerves and excitement,
did more for his libido than any intense BDSM scene in Club Sin had ever done. He
reached for her, grasped her wrist, and tugged her forward until she straddled his
lap.

“You see this?” He dragged his fingers over her warm cheek, watching it redden under
his finger. “This innocence that you have?”

She gave another nervous laugh. “Please don’t tell me you like how I get embarrassed.”

“I do like it. A lot.” He grasped her waist, shifting her against his erection. “As
you can feel.” Her breath hitched, and he continued, “If any of your innocence is
lost, I want to be the reason for it, not because of what you’ve seen others doing.
Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I suppose I do.”

He saw how her pupils dilated, and it made him even harder. How aroused she was by
simple touches. That type of chemistry wasn’t typical. And it all came from this
thing
between them. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t logical. But it was natural.

He brushed his fingers across her cheek again, staring into her eyes. “I don’t want
you to lose this innocence just yet. It’s a rare and beautiful thing, and I’d like
to enjoy it for a little while, if you don’t mind.”

The compliments he gave her, honest as they were, made an impact on her, and he noticed
her soften. Acceptance, desire…he read it all in her open expression. She inhaled
a sharp breath as he tangled his fingers into her hair, tugging a little to remind
her who was in control now. Her eyelids became hooded and she shifted her hips against
him, likely not even realizing she was doing it.

He groaned against the ache of his cock. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking that I’m beginning to really like you.” She shifted her hips again,
grinding herself against him. “And I’m thinking I don’t want to fight this anymore.”

Her words brushed across him, and he grunted as the heat of her sex rested against
his throbbing hard-on. To stay in control, he tried to move her off him, but she gripped
his shoulders. He frowned at her. “You might not like me anymore if you don’t stop
that. There’s only so much I can take.”

Her angelic stare held his, strong in her resolve. “When you give orders”—she began
circling her hips, rubbing hard against his dick—“it’s only during sexy times, right?
Why don’t you explain that to me?”

Amid the pleasure invading his mind, he knew her question came from a curious feminist.
At all other times except in the bedroom, he respected the power within any woman.
He simply liked control when fucking.

To explain it all to her, he closed his fist in her hair, pulling harder now. “Stop
talking and asking questions, Chloe. Kiss me.”

From her gasp, which was drenched in pure, unadulterated desire, he knew she now understood
his game.

Chloe placed her lips over Sawyer’s and moaned. He exuded passion, an undeniable mix
of lust and intensity. She absorbed all of him, allowing those emotions to trickle
into her. She had wondered before whether this was too soon and if it would make her
look bad to jump into bed with him so quickly after a breakup. But his past, his honesty,
his integrity, what he could offer her, and the way he saw her—it all tipped the scale
for her.

Fate had led her to Sawyer. Tonight she’d gotten a glimpse into his life, and she
liked what she saw there. Where they’d go from here remained a mystery to her, but
none of it mattered anymore. In life, sometimes it was right to think with one’s head.
Other times it was best to lean on one’s heart. At times like this, the body was all
that mattered.

She’d be a fool to stop this. And she was no fool.

Many,
many
minutes later when he stopped kissing her, her body was all she knew. A palpable
ache rested between her thighs, making her slick with need. Inhaling his masculine
aroma, which lingered somewhere between woodsy and citrus, she opened her eyes. Only
then did she truly understand the intensity that lay within Sawyer, because she could
see it in his face, and it hit her like a freight train running at full speed.

“You need to tell me you want this,” he said.

She felt as if she’d seen parts of Sawyer tonight that he had never shown to anyone
else. That made this thing between them special. His concern made him even more endearing.
It made her want more from Sawyer than just a hot and sweaty night between the sheets.

With that realization strong in her mind, she accepted that Sawyer had been right.
It hadn’t been
if
they were going to have sex; it was simply a matter of
when.
And after the whirlwind of the past day,
when
just so happened to be
now
. “I want this. I want you.”

The shift in Sawyer came instantaneously, and Chloe could spot the exact moment he
let his thoughts go. His eyes grew darker, more intense. Apparently that was all he’d
needed to hear from her.

He gathered her in his arms and rose from the couch, holding her tight to him. “Bedroom?”
he growled.

“End of the hallway.”

In a few short strides Sawyer made it to her bedroom door, somehow managing not to
drop her as he opened the door. Mr. Magoo meowed and hurriedly ran out of the room.
Sawyer kicked the door shut behind him and flicked on the bedroom light. Her heart
raced in her chest as he moved to the bed, lowering her and blanketing himself over
her. God, his body felt amazing—so strong, so thick, and so damn perfect, making her
feel more feminine than ever before.

Yet…Sawyer was a different breed of man than Chloe had known before.

Intense. Overtly confident. A man’s man.

“I’m nervous,” she admitted, staring into his eyes, which were flaring with desire.

“You don’t need to be, beautiful.” He brushed his hand across her face. “I’ll take
care of you.”

Heat blasted into her as he lowered his hand to the hem of her shirt and pushed the
fabric up above her bra. A shiver ran through her as he bit her nipple through the
thin fabric. Only when she arched, wanting more, did he continue. “See? Nothing to
be nervous about.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned as he nibbled the other breast. Electricity shot up her spine
when he pulled her bra down and exposed her. Consumed by Sawyer’s lack of hesitation
and the way his tongue swirled around her areola, she shamelessly shoved her breast
into his mouth.

To her complete delight, he didn’t back away. No, he delivered on his promise to take
care of her. Every time his teeth nipped at sensitive flesh, he ground his hard cock
against her clit, dispelling her nervousness and replacing it with the desire to be
under this man’s capable hands. His tongue teased the hard peak of her taut bud, and
her universe narrowed to his mouth on her breast.

She was so drawn in by the sensations that she hadn’t realized he’d reached underneath
her to unfasten her bra or that he had removed her shirt over her head, because he’d
never stopped kissing her—between her breasts, on her stomach, on her neck—there wasn’t
a spot of eager skin unnoticed or untouched by him.

That was the pleasure he could offer, she discovered.

Sawyer paid attention. Whenever she squirmed, he stayed in that area a little longer,
or would move away briefly and then return. She ran her fingers over his shaved head
as he flicked open her jeans. Lit on fire now, she lifted her chin, giving him access
to all of her. He greedily kissed her neck, pushing her pants and panties down. She
had one second to look into his smoldering eyes before he ripped her jeans off.

The warmth and weight of his strong body vanished as he leaned over her and placed
open-mouthed kisses on her mouth, her neck, and her breasts, while his hand traveled
between her thighs, stopping on her hard and achy clit. She moaned and angled her
hips with each stroke of his fingers, desperate for more. Then she couldn’t stop moaning
as he swirled his hand faster, bringing her higher into pleasure.

Lost in a utopia of bliss, she wrapped her hands around his neck, holding on to him
as he slid two fingers inside her, only to remove them a second later. His low, masculine
grunt of delight followed as she kissed his neck. His taste, his smell…she savored
him. Her hips moved in rhythm as he stroked her sex.

Only when his mouth returned to hers did she cup his face and feel his harsh breath
across her cheek. He swirled his fingers over her clit with the intent to make her
come. A bold move that wasn’t a request but a demand.

She couldn’t have refused even if she wanted to. He stole the orgasm right out of
her body, leaving her a breathless mess. And yet she became aware that he wasn’t nearly
finished with her. The sly smile on his face also declared as much. Eyes on her, he
slid his fingers deep inside her. Her only recourse was to grip the sheets beneath
her, sitting partly upright, as he finger-fucked her into another orgasm.

Before she even had the chance to recover, Sawyer lowered himself between her thighs
and dropped his mouth onto her clit, licking and sucking. From somewhere in her sexual
haze, she felt Sawyer turn her over onto her stomach. He pushed one of her knees up
closer to her chest and licked her sex from behind.

She moaned. Oh, hell, did she moan. And the only thing she could manage to say was
“Yes, yes, yes.” Yet this time he refused her the orgasm that was so close to breaking
wide open. Now he reached for her and gathered her against his hard torso—a torso
that happened to be bare.

Chloe couldn’t recall when Sawyer had had the time to take off his shirt and unbutton
his jeans, but she realized she didn’t care how he was half-naked, she only cared
that he was.

Desperate to explore him, she traced her fingers over hard muscles, from his shoulders
to his broad chest to his six-pack, and then to that sexy vee at his waist. Sawyer
was a fucking dream come true.

The thought must have registered on her face, because his grin turned devilish. “You
like what you see?” he murmured.

“I fucking love what I see.”

His eyes became dark and aroused right before he kissed her again. On his back, he
yanked her on top of him, assisting her onto her knees, which gave him room to slide
his jeans down below his hips. A flash of concern shot through her, which lasted only
a second, because when he stopped kissing her, he placed a condom wrapper between
his teeth and ripped it open.

Once he tossed the foil onto the bed, he urged her mouth to his, and she felt him
applying the condom. But she only had a few seconds to admire how deft Sawyer was
with such a task before one hand came to her nape and the other went to her hip. Then
he was inside of her, and
that
was all that mattered.

She’d realized when she’d rubbed against him that he had an impressive cock. But she
wasn’t expecting the pinch of pain when he entered her. He stretched her, shoving
every glorious inch of him deep inside her.

His eyes stayed on her as she rode him, slow and eager. “Yeah, Chloe, just like that,”
he growled. His hands cupped her face. “You’re so beautiful.” He groaned as she took
him in to the hilt. Each shift of her hips left him saying something else: “Pretty.
So damn pretty.” Or, “Christ, that’s it.” Or even, “Fuck, yes!”

Before long he fell silent, and Chloe could hear nothing but her own screams of pleasure
as he began to move into her from underneath at a speed she hadn’t known a man was
capable of. She also had no idea she was capable of another orgasm until one hit her
so fast she could only dig her fingers into his shoulders, hanging on for the ride.

Yet again, he didn’t even give her the chance to return from the high.

She found herself flipped onto her side, with him lying on his side behind her. Moving
in his intense and powerful way, he slid his arm under her neck, holding her to him.
She felt his cock on her bottom seconds before he pulled her leg up and entered her
from behind. The position left her looking over her shoulder at him; it should have
been awkward but was nothing less than perfection. His sculpted lips never left her
mouth, stealing every single one of her moans.

Eventually he broke the kiss. “Look at me,” he said.

Chloe reopened her eyes, meeting his piercing stare. He began to rub her clit again,
slowly, teasingly, with his thick dick buried inside her. She gazed into his eyes,
pulled in by the power he possessed.

Under those intense eyes, she saw the fire there in their depths, the burning of passion
unlike anything she’d seen before. Everything soon intensified—the swirl of his hand,
the thrusts of his cock—until she pleaded, “Please. Please. Please.” And then she
came again.

Only when her mind emerged from the haze of pleasure did she realize she was on her
belly and Sawyer was now gently penetrating her from behind. “Oh, my God.” She gripped
the pillow beneath her.

A firm slap on her ass yanked her away from the haze of a climax, and with a strong
arm wrapped around her middle, he flipped her over. She spotted his arrogant grin
of satisfaction, which could belong only to a man who’d given a woman multiple orgasms,
before he moved away from her and kicked off his jeans.

Feeling bold herself, she glanced at his cock. Sawyer was
huge.
Yes, she’d felt it, but seeing his gorgeous body naked only made her appreciate his
beauty that much more. His cock was thick, with veins running up the sides of it,
making her quiver with excitement. He was rock hard, the tip pointing up.

Heat coursed into her veins as he returned to her, sliding between her thighs. Fully
blanketed by Sawyer, all man and all muscle, she felt her inner muscles clench. Sliding
his hand under her to cup her shoulder, he entered her again. “This time don’t hold
back,” he told her.

She had one second to think he’d lost his mind to believe she’d been holding back
earlier before he hooked his arm behind her knee and began pumping into her. Pressure
formed low in her body, and she whipped her head from side to side from the pleasure.

“Stop holding back,” he grunted.

She wanted to scream that she wasn’t, when suddenly she found herself on top of him
again and straddling him. A stinging slap on her bottom left her gasping.

“Let go,” he growled.

Another slap had her increasing her speed, now setting a rhythm that left her breathless.

Two more slaps, then…“That’s it.”

Her eyes closed with the intensity forced upon her, a mind-blowing pleasure that exhausted
her body and yet invigorated it, too. When his hand smacked each cheek
hard
, the blast of pain didn’t hurt as expected; it somehow made her need
more
.

Yet…she couldn’t get
there…

At the feeling of his large hands cupping her face, she opened her eyes. His Dominant
gaze locked with hers. “Let go.” As he held her face an inch from his and thrusted
up from underneath, she lost all sense of herself. He brought her to a level of a
pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known before.

No longer did Chloe and Sawyer exist. They’d become two bodies searching for something
deeper
. Something that happened only when they touched. Something undeniably magical.

As pleasure so pure and rich coursed through her veins, starting at the tips of her
fingers and rushing straight into her womb, her eyes widened. “Please. Please. Please,”
she screamed.

His hands left her hips and he slapped her ass, intently, purposefully. The perfectly
placed swats made her skin flame and her pussy clench. He reached for her hands and
pinned them to his chest.

No longer could she scream. She couldn’t even breathe. Nerve endings she’d never even
known she had lit up with satisfaction as her entire body quivered and quaked with
her climax.

“Fuck. Yes!” was the last thing that shot from Sawyer’s mouth as her cum slickened
the space between their bodies. He bucked and jerked, roaring out his pleasure.

At last he went quiet and still, and her mind, soul, and body crashed into silence.
Long minutes went by while Chloe recovered and Sawyer’s chest heaved against hers.
Sweat drenched their bodies. And she inhaled the musky scent of sex.

Only when Sawyer released his grip on her hands and tucked her into his side did any
sense of herself return. “Well,” she said at last, breathless, “I can cross one thing
off my bucket list.”

“Which is?” Sawyer asked, tracing a finger delicately over her spine.

“Truly understanding what it means to get
fucked
.”

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“As you should,” she breathed. “Good God, that was amazing.”

“
You
”—he kissed the top of her head, his voice sleepy and satisfied—“were amazing.”