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  ‘Oh God,’ she panted. ‘Oh God, oh God, oh—’

  Her explosive scream shattered the stillness, an all-encompassing, soul-stirring ecstasy invaded her soul. I never knew, I never knew, I never knew it could be this unbelievably good … And she willingly gave herself up to the awesome, can-you-die-from-such-acute-pleasure orgasm that streamed, gushed, poured through her body for so long she ran out of breath to scream.

  And was reduced at the end to a purr of contentment.

  Then silence.

  When she finally opened her eyes, she whispered, ‘I love the whole, entire, indescribably glorious world …’

  Easing his fingers from her body, Dominic stood upright and smiled. ‘A dynamite orgasm will do that for you.’

  ‘You really are good,’ she breathed.

  ‘You’re really easy to please,’ he pleasantly said. ‘There’s more when you’ve recovered.’

  She languorously stretched, smiled. ‘Because you haven’t come.’

  ‘No. I was thinking of you.’ His blue gaze was benevolent, his voice mild. ‘You’re a natural. We’re going to get along.’

  ‘Did you think we wouldn’t?’ How could we not after that, she naively thought.

  He shrugged. ‘You never know. Although,’ he said with a warm smile, ‘I’m looking forward to the night.’

  Maybe it was the look in his eyes rather than his words that caused her alarm. ‘I may not last a whole night,’ she nervously said.

  ‘I don’t think we have to worry about that.’ He reached out, ran his fingertip leisurely across the underside of one breast, his gaze assessing. ‘I’ve noticed you never wear a bra. You should,’ he said as if they’d been discussing her wardrobe rather than a night of sex.

  ‘I don’t like bras.’

  He knew she didn’t, like he knew everything else about her now that he’d actually read Max’s brief. ‘Nevertheless, we’ll remedy that.’

  She frowned. ‘Just a damned minute.’

  ‘Is it a problem?’

  ‘Of course it’s a problem.’

  ‘Well have to work out something then.’

  ‘I’ve seen your working out something,’ she muttered. ‘For your information, I’m not easily intimidated.’

  He laughed. ‘I’m sure you’re not. Still, you’ll look gorgeous in a bra.’ He cupped her breasts. ‘These are stunning.’ They were high, firm, ripe and round; she didn’t need a bra. That wasn’t the point. ‘Maybe blue lace or black – what do you think? Perhaps virginal white.’

  She slapped his hands away.

  Or she slapped at his hands and he humoured her by complying.

  ‘We’ll just get a few bras to show off your great tits,’ he said blandly, as if they were discussing choices on a dinner menu. As if she hadn’t just told him no. ‘You won’t need panties,’ he added, as though they’d already agreed on his agenda. He lightly brushed his knuckles over her silky pubic hair. ‘I want you available for fucking. How does that sound? Do you think you’d like to give me unrestricted access to your hot little body – in one of my offices, perhaps, or maybe in a private room at the China Club, or up against a wall somewhere with people walking by ten feet away? Does that interest you?’

  She’d clenched her fists on the bar top three sentences ago, he noticed. She was astonishingly easy to arouse; a little nymphet at his beck and call. And fully consenting. He’d given her a chance to leave.

  Contemplating her hot, sexually charged green gaze, the flush of arousal pinking her face, he decided, defiance aside, that Miss Hart was primed again. ‘I can keep you for six more days,’ he said, his voice exquisitely soft. ‘You’re not going to sue me. We both know that, don’t we?’ He waited for her reply, a faint smile on his lips. ‘Don’t we?’ he pressed when she didn’t respond. ‘Answer me.’

  How did he do it? Make her instantly desperate for sex by simply ordering her about as if he had the right. She bit her lip to keep from squirming, to still the sordid pulsing between her legs, to damp her unreasonable craving for the beautiful, audacious, troublesome, demanding Dominic Knight.

  ‘You’re going to have to learn to speak when spoken to, Miss Hart. It’s only common courtesy. Tell me you understand you still have six days to fulfil on your contract.’

  ‘Don’t do this,’ she sullenly said.

  ‘And your duties weren’t definitely described, as I recall,’ he said, as if she hadn’t spoken. ‘Isn’t that right?’

  She scowled. ‘Damn you,’ she muttered, hating that he had this power over her. Not that her aversion altered the fact that she was wired, wildly horny as if she’d not just come short minutes ago, her body already taut with expectation and her curse was breathy with need.

  He noticed, but his voice was neutral when he spoke. ‘Such a quick temper. We’ll have to work on that. You’ll be less touchy once you’ve come a few more times.’

  He couldn’t possibly know the extent of her arousal, could he?

  ‘I can smell your hot pussy,’ he murmured, as though reading her mind. ‘So tell me you understand.’

  She reluctantly nodded, weak with longing, damn him; willing to do anything he wanted right now if it meant he’d satisfy her cravings.

  ‘That’s a good girl.’ His cool gaze travelled down her body, then up again. ‘Time to play again?’

  She was having trouble concentrating with lust swamping her senses.

  ‘You really are impatient,’ he said, smiling faintly. He lightly tapped her cheek with his finger to gain her attention. ‘You haven’t been listening. Aside from our little encounter a few minutes ago, when did you last have sex?’

  She half opened her mouth to say ‘Screw you’, but after one look at his cool gaze, she changed her mind.

  ‘Very smart,’ he murmured. ‘Now, answer me.’

  She scowled. ‘Stop it.’

  ‘It’s a simple question.’

  ‘I don’t remember.’

  ‘Think.’ He slid the backs of his fingers up her inner thighs, smiled at her flinch, at the small muffled sound she uttered as he reached the soft, sensitive hollow where her legs met her hips. ‘How long ago did you have sex?’ His knuckles came to rest against the soft folds of her sex and he gently rubbed. ‘Exactly.’

  She dragged in a sharp breath, the pressure of his fingers riveting, every nerve in her body screaming for more. ‘Three months ago,’ she said on a suffocated breath.

  ‘And who was the lucky man?’

  ‘Jesus Christ,’ she irritably said.

  ‘Only if you were hallucinating,’ he sardonically returned.

  She gave him a mutinous look. ‘Are you enjoying yourself?’

  ‘Not completely.’ He smiled faintly. ‘But I have expectations.’

  Twisting his wrists slightly, he slid his thumbs, palm deep, into her silken cleft. ‘A name.’

  She shuddered as his thumbs circled her pulsing tissue, up and down, around, the delicate contact masterful; teasing, testing, indulgent, uber-skilled. It would be stupid to succumb to anger when she was feeling insatiable.

  ‘Andrew Knolls, you fucking control freak,’ she snapped. So she wasn’t a complete model of restraint.

  He had an agenda too; he had no intention of losing his temper. ‘Was he good?’

  ‘Not bad. Is this a competition?’

  He laughed. ‘If it is, the bar isn’t set too high.’

  She glanced down at his prominent erection lifting the dark silk of his pyjamas. ‘What do I have to do to get that?’

  His lashes dropped fractionally. ‘You probably shouldn’t phrase your question exactly that way.’

  ‘Would you please fuck me soon,’ she crisply said. ‘Clear enough?’

  ‘Crystal,’ he murmured, his thumbs smoothly massaging her ripe, pouty flesh. ‘Showtime?’

  ‘Yes, please, and I say that with all due deference considering your prickly mood.’

  ‘Or yours.’

  Her nostrils flared. ‘If you say so.’


  He smiled. ‘Ah – compliance at last.’

  Her temper spiked but she didn’t respond to his jibe because his fingers were making her frantic and the ache of longing deep inside her was so powerful she felt as though the pressure might split her apart. She must have been fantasizing about Dominic Knight way too much, or maybe her sex life had been lacking of late. Regardless, he was the solution. ‘Since you’re nonchalant about this and I’m not, would you mind if I came again first?’ she said in a tumble of words before she lost her nerve.

  He suppressed his smile at her breathless candour. ‘No problem. Here or in the bedroom?’

  ‘Here is fine. You scared everyone away anyway. No one will hear me scream.’

  He grinned, slipped his thumbs upwards to her clit again and gently pressed. ‘You do know how to scream.’

  It took her a moment to catch her breath and a moment more before the sexual jolt subsided and she found her voice. ‘I hope it’s not a deal-breaker.’

  ‘The way I’m feeling right now,’ he said, abruptly withdrawing his thumbs and stripping off his T-shirt with one swift jerk, ‘the world coming to an end wouldn’t be a deal-breaker.’ Pulling open the tie on his pyjama pants, he let them slide to the floor.

  She gasped. Really, she couldn’t help it. He – it – was magnificent. Astonishing. The wild drumbeat of arousal reached crescendo pitch, she melted inside and whispered, ‘Ohmygod.’ Reaching down between her legs where he and his glorious cock were standing tall, she ran her fingertips over the swollen head of his towering erection. Stroked the sleek, turgid flesh, circled the flaring flange once, twice before he stopped her, gently cuffing her wrist with his thumb and middle finger. ‘If you want me to entertain you first,’ he murmured, ‘we’d better take a pass on this.’

  ‘You’re sure you don’t mind me being selfish?’

  ‘Not at all.’

  ‘Oh, good,’ she said with relief, ‘because – look.’ She held out her trembling hands.

  It was the most erotic gesture he’d seen in a very long time and for a moment he didn’t know whether to be delighted or apprehensive. But he didn’t think about it long because he was here for entirely selfish reasons.

  ‘Give me your hands.’ He spoke gently; she was clearly on the brink. Taking her hands, he placed them on his shoulders. ‘Hang on, now. Legs too.’ Wrapping her legs around his waist, he slipped his palms under her bottom, lifted her off the bar, shifting his hold so he was supporting her thighs with his forearms and moved towards the window walls.

  The head of his erection was nudging her cleft as he walked to the windows, each easy stride deepening his penetration, the pressure on her G-spot increasingly intense. ‘I can’t wait! Hurry!’

  He abruptly halted. ‘Don’t give me orders,’ he said gruffly.

  She dragged in a breath because his thick cock was lodged snugly against that most tender, swollen bundle of nerves and the sweet pleasure was beginning to peak. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Just – please …’

  Readjusting his grip, he eased the pressure on her G-spot because he refused to take orders and he needed to make that clear. ‘We need some ground rules.’

  ‘How did you do that?’ she asked breathlessly. Even her clit had stopped pulsing.

  ‘What?’

  She flicked a glance downwards. ‘That miracle switcheroo. My brain is functioning again.’

  He smiled. ‘Lots of practice.’ Then his smile faded. ‘We have to talk.’

  ‘Oh God, you’re going to stop because I pissed you off.’

  ‘Maybe, maybe not. It depends. Why didn’t you leave when I gave you the chance?’

  ‘Because you’re hot in every way that matters. You can’t say you don’t know that. Every woman who gets this close to you must feel the same way.’ Another of those downward glances. ‘And if you think you can talk me into leaving when you’re halfway inside me and I’m dying for another orgasm …’ She gave him a hopeful look, a really sweet smile. ‘Could we stop talking now? I promise to listen later – truly I will.’

  He stared at her for a moment, as if she’d just landed from Mars and he wasn’t sure if she was friend or foe. Then he slowly exhaled. ‘What the hell am I going to do with you?’

  ‘For starters, don’t put me down yet, if you don’t mind,’ she said quickly, feeling as though things might be going her way. ‘I’m kinda in a fuzzy limbo right now. And second, I’m hoping for another orgasm ASAP – again – only if you don’t mind.’

  He laughed and she felt it in a nice little buzz that stroked her libido just the tiniest bit. ‘How about I promise not to ever, ever give you an order.’

  ‘It’s not just that.’ He paused long enough to make her nervous before he continued in a carefully modulated tone that you’d use to tell someone that their puppy died. ‘Look,’ he said with a long-suffering sigh. ‘I can do vanilla sex. I just don’t know how long I can do it. And at that point, I’m not sure I can trust myself with—’ He stopped.

  ‘Someone like me.’

  ‘Yes. I have control issues. You know that.’

  ‘And you’ve been doing the should I, shouldn’t I, ever since—’

  ‘Palo Alto. And I don’t even believe in the word virtue for all the obvious reasons, but I’ve been trying. You’re really young and inexperienced, but unfortunately, you’re also irresistible. And I’m used to taking what I want.’

  ‘If it helps, you’re preaching to the choir. You’re sizzling hot in a thousand different ways not even counting your extravagant lifestyle and’ – she grinned – ‘I want you bad. Not to mention, you can stay hard’ – she wiggled her hips – ‘apparently for ever.’

  ‘Not for ever.’ His brows flickered in amusement. ‘Only until you’ve had enough.’

  ‘Ummm – I like the sound of that. Aren’t your arms getting tired?’

  He smiled. ‘You don’t weigh much.’

  ‘Jeez, how sweet is that? Not that you don’t have your weird side, but maybe we all do. Did I mention I have my own AK-47 that my gramps bought for me on my sixteenth birthday?’

  ‘No, you didn’t.’ He looked amused. ‘Should I be worried?’

  ‘Uh-uh, I like you.’ Her smile was part sweet and part flirty. ‘So do you want to go for it? Beyond vanilla sex fun and games. For six days starting tomorrow?’

  ‘My rules.’ He picked up without missing a beat.

  She gave him a narrow-eyed look. ‘If you push me too hard, I push back.’

  ‘Agreed.’

  ‘And you’ll be my path to sexual enlightenment?’

  ‘We’ll give it a shot,’ he said with a smile, feeling as though a path to enlightenment of another kind may have opened up for him. One with a very pretty guide currently warming his cock. ‘Rules now or tomorrow?’

  ‘Let’s start slow with vanilla sex tonight. Tomorrow I’ll sign anything – just kidding. I’ve learned my lesson about signing your contracts.’

  ‘I’m glad you’re staying.’ His smile was warm as a summer day. ‘I thought I might have scared you off.’

  ‘I don’t scare easily – especially when I want something. We’re not so different there. But where you want to control things, I operate purely on instinct. In my kind of work you never know what’s coming up, where you’re going, what’s behind the next portal. The great unknown is my adrenalin rush, my happiness hormone, the guilty thrill, the feeling of invincibility. Don’t get me wrong. If I see a cliff up ahead, I stop. But otherwise …’ She smiled. ‘So how about it? Are we cool with this sex thing?’

  ‘Definitely. Would you like to come a few times now?’

  ‘I thought you’d never ask.’

  ‘Come on, babe, let me show you a good time,’ he said, moving towards the windows once again. ‘I’ve been thinking about doing this since our drinks at the bar. What better addition to a bucket list than to climax while looking out over one of the best views in the world? How does that sound?’

  ‘Anything with the word c
limax in it is on my bucket list.’

  He carried her to the corner of the room where the glass window walls met, so they both could take in the view, even with her back against one of the windows. ‘Which direction do you want?’

  ‘I want the one where your dick hits my G-spot. I have a real preference for G-spot orgasms.’

  He grinned. ‘Apparently the view is secondary.’

  She smiled back. ‘Maybe later.’

  ‘In a hurry?’

  ‘Always. It’s part of my adrenalin-rush personality.’

  ‘Gotcha.’ He’d have to see about changing that, but not tonight. She wanted vanilla, she’d get vanilla. He positioned her so her back was against the east window with the better view, shifted his hands slightly to tilt her hips at the right angle, smiled at her, asked, ‘Ready?’

  ‘Yesterday,’ she whispered back, arching up to kiss his chin, then his mouth as he lowered his head to accommodate her. ‘God, you’re polite,’ she breathed against his mouth.

  ‘Try this for polite.’ And he slowly forced his way deeper into her hot, slick, gloriously snug sex.

  Holding his shoulders, she leaned forward, ran her tongue along his collarbone, in some primal act of acquiescence, and sighed with pleasure as he filled her by slow degrees.

  ‘Just a warning,’ he whispered, as he slid deeper into her melting heat, ‘I’m going to fuck you for the next six days, everywhere and every possible way … all day, every day.’

  She was panting in little breathy gasps and so slippery wet he only felt pressure not friction, and when he was finally completely submerged, he thought with deep appreciation, Christ she’s tight.

  At that exact second, as if they’d both been gauging the proper balance between sensation and distance, he grunted in satisfaction, and her wild orgasmic scream exploded. The pealing cry echoed through the high-ceilinged room and left a ringing in Dominic’s ears that he recognized as approval for a job well done.

  She was still convulsing when Dominic splayed his fingers wider for greater purchase and forced himself a small distance deeper.