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Then his Adam’s apple jumped as he swallowed
hard, and he shuffled his feet to widen his stance, which she assumed meant he
was feeling constrained in his pants. She smiled teasingly.

“Take off the rest.” His voice was deep
and gravelly, sending delicious chills skittering down her spine.

She stepped free of her dress and reached
a hand down to remove one shoe at a time while she kept her eyes focused on his
face. Then she stood upright, and with slow deliberateness, she traced her
thumbs across the top edge of her panties from the center point out to her
hips. Again, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, his gaze locked on her
movements.

She slipped her thumbs under the lacy
edge and dragged the satin down past her hips and over her thighs.

He groaned as he caught sight of her
smoothly waxed mound, which made the painful spa treatment oh-so-worth-it.

She dropped the panties the rest of the
way down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she was completely nude, and
Evan was completely dressed. The dichotomy heightened her senses, making her hotter.
His clothed presence was even more powerful in contrast to the susceptibility
of her nakedness.

He took his time looking at her. His eyes
drifted down from her face to her breasts, which tingled under his gaze, her
nipples tightening into buds. Then he continued scanning her body down to her
cleft, where wet heat gathered.

She wanted to reach for him, but she
forced her hands to stay at her sides, enjoying this exquisite torture part of
the power play.

“Lie on the bed,” he finally said.

Grateful to move on to the next phase,
she climbed on the mattress and lay on her back, keeping her eyes on him,
waiting with keen anticipation to watch him undress, knowing from their time
together in San Miguel that he possessed some finely sculpted muscles under his
suit. She licked her bottom lip with eagerness for her first sight of what was
hidden beneath his briefs.

He raised a single brow as he stared down
at her. “You know what we are doing.”

She studied his expression, wondering how
far he wanted to take his dominant role. “I think so.”

“Then tell me.”

She squirmed on the bed as she tried to
put together the right words. What if she’d misread this whole thing? What if
he liked to be in charge, but wasn’t really into the whole BDSM scene? She
didn’t want to sound like a freak.

“I’m waiting,” he said when she still
didn’t speak.

“I’m getting cold,” she pouted. “Are you
going to get naked and join me?”

“Not until you answer my question.” His
tone was firm, sending tingles skittering down her back.

“You like to be in control, and I like to
submit,” she admitted.

“Is that all?”

“Is there more?” she asked, honestly
confused.

“How far have you gone with your
submission?”

“You mean, like whips and chains and
things?”

He sighed. “I mean with bondage and
discipline, sadism and masochism,” he corrected her.

“My first relationship didn’t go well,”
she said in a quiet voice.

“With Trent?” he growled the name.

She nodded.

“I’m definitely taking a trip to Chicago
soon,” he muttered under his breath. Then he refocused on her face. “Have you
ever been with a real Dom?”

She shook her head, as her mouth grew dry
with tension and regret. “I thought I was… Are you a real Dom?”

He nodded. “I’m a member of an exclusive
BDSM club here in the city.” He paused, and she thought he was finished until
he surprised her by saying, “But I’ve never had a D/s relationship outside of
the club.”

“Is that what you want now?” Her nipples
hardened further, and she became aware of the pulse in her pussy.

“I don’t ever play with inexperienced
subs.”

“Oh,” she said softly, disappointment
weighing heavily on her chest as she dropped her gaze to the bedspread.

“But this isn’t play,” he said gruffly,
drawing her eyes back to his.

She waited expectantly for his
explanation.

“This is something more. I want you to be
mine.”

“Oh,” she repeated, but now her insides
felt light and bubbly. He wanted her. He was claiming her. But she feared she
didn’t quite understand the consequences, and for how long did he plan to keep
her? She was about to ask him for further clarification, but his movements at
the foot of her bed stopped the words in her throat.

With his gaze fixed on her, he toed off
his shoes and bent down to remove his socks. He didn’t rush his movements, and
the anticipation increased her arousal, making her wetter. Straightening, he
took off his suit jacket. Then he pulled his tie out from under his collar.

“Give me your wrists,” he ordered.

She sat up and held her hands toward him.
Moist heat pooled between her legs as he wrapped the silky tie firmly around
her wrists. She studied the artistry in the knot, recognizing his level of
mastery from her Internet browsing. Her breath quickened.

“Peanut butter,” she whispered.

Evan leaned down to her eye level.
“Peanut butter?”

She nodded and glanced up at him. “If I
need to stop, I’ll say peanut butter, okay?”

He grinned. “Yeah, but I don’t think
you’ll need to say it tonight. We aren’t going that far.”

She didn’t know if she was more
disappointed or relieved to hear he was going to take it slowly with her.

“Don’t worry, darling. We have plenty of
time to get to all the good stuff eventually,” he said as if he’d read her mind
again. Before she could ask him to hurry it along a little, he knelt on the bed
between her spread thighs and pressed his lips to hers, delivering another
intoxicating kiss.

His hand at the nape of her neck kept her
upright as her bound wrists were caught between her naked chest and the hard
pecs under his dress shirt. As his tongue thrust deeply between her lips, he
skimmed his other hand down her side to her hip. With a single finger, he
traced the crease at the top of her leg down to her exposed pussy.

She moaned into his kiss, hoping to
encourage him to delve inside and stroke her needy channel, but he seemed
intent on torturing her with his slow pace.

He lightly brushed over her swollen folds
and traced his finger up the inside of her other thigh, wrenching a groan from
her. He retraced his path and spent more time brushing against her pulsing
folds.

She whimpered against his mouth, and he
finally shoved a finger deep and hard into her aching core.

He captured her scream with his mouth
then licked around her lips as he pumped her repeatedly with his hand.

“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” she panted over and
over again, getting so close to her climax.

“Do you want to come?” he growled in her
ear.

“Yes, please,” she begged.

“Call me Sir.”

“Yes, please, Sir.” Adding the title
nearly sent her over the edge without his permission.

“Good girl. Come for me now.” He added
another finger and drove it deeply into her channel, nailing her g-spot.

“Oh, God!” she wailed. She shattered
around his hand as he bit into her shoulder. “Oh, yes! Yes!” The pulsing in her
core continued and continued as shocks ran through her body.

Slowly, she floated back to her senses
and noted he was still fully clothed as he knelt on the bed before her. “Are
you ever going to get naked, Sir?” Her words came out relaxed and dreamy.

“Yes, darling. I told you I wasn’t
rushing this.” He kissed her briefly on the lips and helped her lay back on the
bed. “Put your hands above your head.”

She complied, and he moved to stand at
the foot of the bed. Methodically, he unbuttoned his shirt as she watched
breathlessly. Doing the slowest striptease ever, he finally removed his shirt
and laid it over the back of her desk chair.

She feasted on the sight of his arm
muscles rippling under his skin as he stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his
pants. With a graceful move, he swept off his trousers and briefs.

Finally, she had a complete view of him
naked. Her mouth watered at the sight of his cock, long and thick, pointing at
her. “Protection?” she somehow managed to remember to ask.

He reached down into his pants for his
wallet, grabbed a condom and covered himself, the sudden quickness of his
movements suggesting his eagerness to get inside her. She spread her legs
further open in invitation.

“So needy,” he whispered in his deep
voice. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

He knelt on the bed between her legs and
leaned over to kiss her breasts, sucking first one then the other into his hot
mouth. With his fingers, he plucked and pinched her nipples into hard buds,
sending shocks of pleasure to her core. A moan escaped her throat as her
fingers clutched at her pillow.

His body was large and broad as he held
himself over her by bracing on one arm. She wanted to trail her fingertips down
his shoulders and over his well-defined pecs, to wrap her hands around the
impressive length of him.

A small whimper slipped from between her
lips.

“What do you need?” he asked huskily as
he licked one nipple into an aching point.

“I want to touch you, Sir.”

“Not this time, sweet girl. I’ve wanted
to feast on you for the past four days. I will not be distracted.”

She moaned at the strength of his words
and squeezed handfuls of her pillow as he lowered his head and placed steamy
wet kisses down her belly to the bare triangle between her thighs. He covered
her with his mouth and blew hotly against her, drawing a low moan from her.
Then he parted her with his thumbs and blew softly against her clit.

She squirmed, desperate for more contact,
more friction.

He licked lightly with his tongue, and
she groaned with her frustration. She debated whether begging would encourage
him to continue or would make him stop. She pressed her lips firmly together,
not willing to ruin the moment with her words.

He rewarded her silence by sucking her
into his mouth. She fisted the pillow tighter as she held back her cry for
more. When he slipped a finger into her channel, she couldn’t prevent the
“Yesss” that hissed from her lips.

His teeth lightly scraped her clit, and
she gasped. Then he lapped at her with the flat of his tongue until she was
desperate for the more painful touch. He repeated the process several times
until her breath was irregular and she thought she’d pass out.

“Please, Sir,” she begged.

“God, you are so perfect,” he said again
as he kissed his way up her belly and continued to stroke her channel with his
finger. Then he braced himself above her on one forearm as he used his other
hand to position himself at her opening.

She let go of her pillow and wrapped her
joined wrists around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. She hooked her
legs around his hips as he drove into her.

“Yesss,” she screamed as he filled her.
She raised her pelvis in time with his rhythm, and it seemed like they’d always
known each other this way. There was no first time fumbling to find each
other’s pace.

Her inner muscles clenched around him as
she shot upward toward her peak. Her breath grew short as she repeated “Oh,
yes,” over and over. She wanted to stay with this feeling forever, but Evan
slipped his thumb between their joined bodies.

“Come for me,” he ordered, and with a
couple of flicks to her clit, he sent her crashing into another orgasm. And
that
became the feeling she wished she could hold onto forever.

Her climax triggered him. He thrust
harder into her a few more times as his face tightened, and he grunted with his
release. Then his body grew slack, but he kept himself propped on his forearms,
so he wouldn’t crush her with his weight. His forehead rested on hers, as they
both trembled from time to time with aftershocks. Eventually, their breathing
returned to normal.

Evan disengaged and rolled to his back,
bringing Cassie with him to lie half sprawled over him. Her cheek rested over
his heart, which she could feel still pumping hard. His fingers skimmed lightly
over her back, sending goose bumps along her skin. He kissed the top of her
head, and she snuggled tighter against him.

“How are you?” he asked as he removed the
knotted tie from her wrists.

“Very fine,” she answered drowsily as she
was finally able to rub her palm over his chest and up into his thick hair.
“And you?”

“Very fine,” he repeated her phrase. “And
very tired.” He sounded like he’d barely been able to get the last words out,
and between his last breath and the next, he was asleep, gently snoring under
her.

Reaching behind her, she grabbed the edge
of the quilt and pulled it around them. Then she banished the warning voice in
her head, urging her to take flight before she got hurt. Instead, she gave
herself over to sleeping in the arms of this accomplished man, who happened to
be her boss, her fake fiancé, and a
real
Dom.