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“Hey,” I say, cupping my breasts to block his mouth.

He pulls my hands away and pins my wrists to the bed. “Until the baby comes, those belong to Daddy.”

A hard pulse of arousal grips me, making my breath catch. He sucks my nipple into his mouth, teeth biting until I arch and writhe.

“Oh… God.”

He lets go and blows on the stiff peak. The cool air’s soothing until I feel his cock. It’s thick and hard again. Wrapping my fingers around it, I stroke him. He kisses me until my hand moves faster, then he raises his head and his brow cocks.

I lick my lips and try to look innocent.

“It’s my birthday. Your job is to be a good present. You’d better not have an agenda.”

My cheeks flame. “Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“Not there. I’m not gonna get off in your hand.”

I let go, shivering at the intensity in his blue eyes, which are indigo in the low light.

“Use your hands to pull your knees up and spread them as far apart as you can.”

“Trick, please?”

“Are you trying to get yourself in trouble?”

Exhaling, I close my eyes. “Sir, please?”

“Please what?”

“I’m nervous it’ll hurt if you do it a second time in one night. Can you promise it won’t?”

“We had a conversation about training with toys, and what did you tell me?”

Swallowing, I look up at the ceiling and grimace. “That I thought I’d be okay without that.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Pretty please?”

His chuckle is low and deep. “I’ll tell you what I will promise,” he says in a husky whisper. “If you’re good, I’ll get you a David Yurman bracelet.”

Zoe must have told him about the bracelet I liked. I’m not sure how I feel about that, all things considered. Chewing on my lower lip, I tease, “What if I’m not good?”

“Then when I fuck you, it’s gonna feel like punishment.”

My breath escapes as a sigh, and my heart hammers against my ribs.

Reaching for the warming lubricant that’s on the nightstand, he says, “Spread your legs and get your knees up.”

“Can I—be on my knees again?”

“Eventually, but not tonight.”

The blush seems to swallow my entire body, but I draw my legs up, wanting to scream, not because I’m not aroused by his dominance, but because there’s a part of me that feels like I should fight it. There’s also a part of me that finds his intensity surrounding sex kind of frightening.

“Look at me.”

Raising my gaze, I sip in air. I feel the head of his cock nuzzled between my cheeks against my clenched ring. My arms and legs are vibrating with nervousness as I look into his eyes.