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the power to strip his control or make him feel like he was on top of the world.
    In recent days, Kemper had even come to accept the fact that he was in love with her. He’d loved her from the moment she’d slipped on his lap and told him she’d ride a big hard cock like his for free. So maybe she stroked his ego a bit.
    The way she’d always supported him went way beyond the bedroom and puffing up his penis. Because of Holly, he felt like a better man. Because of her, he wanted to be the best man she’d ever known.
    One thing about it, Holly knew how to hook a man and keep him on a short line for the rest of his life. Kemper might as well face facts. He was impressed with Holly from the outside, in.
    He sank between her soft, moist folds and couldn’t help himself. The greed took hold, and his need for release was at the forefront of his mind.
    “Now?” she asked, acting as if she could come on command.
    “Now,” he rasped, watching her to see if she faked out the orgasm or grabbed on to one right in the nick of time.
    Holly tossed her head back, and with one hand between her legs, she rubbed her clitoris and oohed and aahed, just carried on like she’d climaxed back-to-back.
    When she finished the show, she fell against him and said, “The sex between us keeps getting better and better all the time, doesn’t it?”
    He caressed her back, dragging his fingertips over her shoulders. His cock twitched inside her.
    After a minute, he regained some sense. With his dick relaxing between her intimate lips, he took a second and gave her a dose of reassurance. “I can’t think of another woman I’ve ever wanted more.”
    “You’ll never have another who pleases you like I do.”
    She was right. Sometimes that thought bothered him. What if Kit kept coming with his absurd requests to make her leave? What if his brother forced him to choose between his family and his woman all because of damned-ass stubbornness and foolish pride?
    “You don’t agree?” she pressed.
    He pecked the top her head, smoothing fallen bangs away from her brow. “What’s with the seriousness in your voice?”
    A long silence passed. After a while, he peeled her arms away from him. “Holly?”
    “What if I wanted some man to make an honest woman out of me?”
    He planned to wring Kit’s neck for this. He’d given Holly too much to think about. Now, she was ready for holy matrimony.
    Before Kemper could stop himself, he tipped the end of her nose with his forefinger. “What are you suggesting, baby?”
    “I was thinking along the lines of marriage. With Kit out of the picture, why not?”
    He rubbed his jaw, and after thoughtful consideration, he replied, “Holly, I think there may be a few things you need to know about me—and Kit—before you push for a more permanent relationship.”
    She batted her eyelashes, propped her hands on his chest, and yawned, acting as if she didn’t have any interest in hearing one thing he had to say. “Well?”
    “You know how we mentioned Domination and submission when you first moved in here?”
    “Yeah, so?”
    “So that’s what I’m looking for in a committed relationship. What I want for the rest of my life isn’t negotiable. When I finally settle down and it’s for real, the woman who goes to bed with me and stays there will need to accept the whole package.
    “She will need to give me what I want, what I most desire. She’ll first search her heart and make sure she can live within the lifestyle, too. Otherwise, I’m not interested in a long-term commitment.”
    “We’ve been together a year. Don’t you think you, or Kit, should’ve mentioned this before now?”
    He shrugged. “You shot us down the first time we said anything at all about the lifestyle.”
    “So you were what? Waiting for me to come around or looking for a better replacement, someone who would agree to whips and chains?” She took a deep breath. “I should be pissed over this. You know that,