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His right hand started to make its way down her body, the pads of his fingers skimming over her skin and making her tighten with anticipation. “I will honor that agreement. Now you hold still.”

She watched him through the mirror as his hand slipped under the waistband of her knickers and disappeared.

“Have I told you how pretty your pussy is?”

The words were as much of a caress as the pad of his finger sliding over her. She had to catch her breath and force herself to be still for him. She could feel the hard line of his erection against her ass, the buttery soft denim of his jeans sliding against her legs because he wasn’t under the same rules as she was. He wasn’t still. He moved his hand, starting to explore the planes and valleys of her sex. His free arm held her tight so his hips could start a slow rhythm.

He groaned, a rumble against her ear. “You’re already wet for me. You want to know how I knew you were a sweet sub? This. When I told you what I wanted from you, when I took control and you realized I was going to be good for you, this honey started to flow for me.”

He was right about that. She usually took far longer to warm up. The previous night she’d written it off as it had been a long time and she’d needed the sex.

She was lying to herself. It was all about this one man. They had that elusive thing she’d started to think only existed in books and movies. They had real chemistry, the kind that revved her up and made her body hum when he walked into a room. She was drawn to him, and it was about more than his incredible body and gorgeous face. There was a warmth to the man that called to her, a sweetness and willingness to put himself out there that made her want to protect him.

He was brave with his heart, and she wanted that in her life.

But right now all she wanted was more of what he was giving her.

“That’s it. You relax and let me take care of you. We don’t have to worry about anything in this place but pleasure and connection.” He nipped her earlobe, causing her to gasp and squirm. His free hand came up to twist her nipple, sending a thrill of erotic pain through her. “Be still. Take what I give you.”

He was giving her so much. He was going to give her an orgasm, and she wasn’t sure she could hold back.

Did it matter? In her world it probably did, but she was in his world and he didn’t care who heard her.

Why should it matter?

She let go of everything but how he could make her feel.

Sexy. Powerful.

Beloved.

She shook off that last word because it wasn’t somewhere she was willing to go yet. Maybe never. But the rest of it was beyond tempting. This was what had been missing in her other D/s relationships. She hadn’t been able to totally let go with another Dom. It had always been there in the back of her mind that she needed to protect herself.

She let herself go with JT. Something deep inside told her she was safe with this man. At least her body was.

Her body was all that mattered for the moment. She was caught between his talented fingers on her pussy and that hard dick pressed against her ass. She glanced up at the mirror and JT was watching her. His eyes caught hers and she realized how much he wanted this. He wanted her to come for him. He didn’t need to say the words. It was all there in his dark gaze. In the way he licked his lips like he would devour her the minute she was finished and it could be his turn.

But he wouldn’t take that turn until he was sure she was satisfied. He would control himself.

Could she shake that control at some point? Could she make him as wild as he was making her?

Every muscle in her body tightened and then the glorious release hit her hard—a long wave that swept her up and away.

“Oh, the things I am about to do to you,” he whispered, and she could see the predatory gleam in his eyes.

The picture they made in the mirror was stamped on her brain. He was the conqueror and she the well-satisfied prey. Yes, she would let him do anything he wanted to do to her, and she would do it with not an ounce of shame.

“Yes, Sir.”

There was a knock on the door. “Uhm, Mr. Malone. I’m so sorry. There’s a woman out here and I can’t make her go away. I’m so sorry to bother you.”

He went stiff behind her. “Nina, it might be about my father. I have to…”

She straightened up. His father’s illness was the whole reason they were in the predicament they were in. Of course he was worried. “I’ll get dressed and meet you out there.”

“I don’t think it’s your mother,” the saleslady said. “She said she’s your assistant.”

Or she could make things very easy and kill off one of the suspects.