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“Well, then. I will have that pleasure first. I’m going to eat your pussy until you beg me to stop, and then I am going to make you mine.”
“I don’t beg easily.”
“I certainly hope not. Take off your clothes, love. Take them off and lie down on the bed for me, spread wide.”
Uncertainty tainted the moment for her. “Max, I really wasn’t kidding. I really don’t take orders well.”
“Try for me, love.”
Some of her pleasure dimmed as she felt slightly cheated. Men saw her as a sexual creature. They always had. However, she hated being treated like a pretty face with a pussy, and that was exactly how he was making her feel.
She was a sensual woman who enjoyed sex. That wasn’t something she was ashamed of. But she needed respect and to be treated like an equal in order to keep her interested in more than just a night or two. Some women loved when a man took total control in the bedroom, but she wasn’t one of them.
That didn’t make it right or wrong.
It just wasn’t her thing.
She sighed as she stood up, pulling her T-shirt off, baring her breasts to his gaze. Her nipples should have tightened as the cool air hit her bare skin, but they remained slightly soft, the dark quarter-sized areolas barely puckering. She took off her jeans, kicking them aside, not liking the feeling of being on display.
She knew she had a good body, with full breasts, a slim waist, and a bare mound that she got waxed so it was completely clear of hair. She’d always like the feeling of a bare pussy, even though getting a Brazilian hurt like a motherfucker. She moved back toward the bed, only to be stopped by Maxwell as he stood.
“You’re so beautiful you take my breath away.”
“Thanks.” She flashed him a smile, covering what she was feeling.
His brows furrowed as his gaze deepened, searching for something. “This isn’t right.”
Her smile disappeared as her own eyes narrowed in embarrassment and a healthy dose of anger. “You could have fucking said something before I got naked.”
“I meant, I was wrong. This is not the way to begin this. To begin us.” His arms came around her waist, drawing her closer to him so her nipples brushed against the material of his shirt. She could feel his hard cock constrained in his jeans rubbing up against the bare flesh of her pussy. “I haven’t even kissed you yet, and I tell you to get naked and spread for me? Forgive me. My only defense is that I want you so much that it’s difficult for me to think straight.”
“That’s okay.”
He shook his head slowly. Holding her gaze, he leaned in to brush his lips against hers. “No, it’s not. You deserve more. You deserve this to be special. For me to show you that I want more than just a night of passion with you.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Trinity,” he said softly. “I want there to only be truth between us.”
“Fine.” She took a deep breath. “How could you tell?”
“I’m an observant man, Trinity. I can read your body’s reactions, and surprisingly, I seem to be able to read your eyes.”
“And what did my eyes tell you?”
“That I messed up. I’m used to being in control in the bedroom. But sex with you is more than just a power play. Plus, knowing you could kick my ass also changes things a bit. If that’s not what turns you on, I will try to dampen that part down. I don’t need it with you. It’s just what I’m used to.” He paused, then asked, “Did I miss something?”
She was about to let it go but opted for honesty instead. “I have some bad stuff in my past, Max. We, all of us agents, have to see someone after a mission to make sure we’ve got our heads right, but some stuff stays with you. I’ve got triggers, you could say. If you treat me like I’m just a pretty pussy to screw, that’s all this will be. I’ll shut down. I can’t help it. Most men like the way I look, but they don’t see the real me.”
“I see you, Trinity.”
She nodded slowly. “I think you do. But try to get lucky without even kissing me again, and I might just have to knee-cap you.”
He smiled. “I’ll definitely remember that.”
“Now, why don’t you get naked, too? I’m feeling a little underdressed here.”
Chapter Ten