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over heels for a woman who needed to dominate him as much as he needed to relinquish control, he’d disown him or worse. If the man knew that Eve had fully consumed every waking thought and every dream of his since that day, there was no telling what he would have done. Hell, he hadn’t even been able to jerk off since then. Self- pleasure just didn’t have the same explosive pow er that being at Eve’s mercy had , and he couldn’t wait to be back . She’d left that day after making sure he was settled at the loft he and Rissa had shared before, he hadn’t seen her since, at least not in any other form but naked and riding him in his wet dreams every night.
    Staring at the screen of his phone, he reread the text she’d sent him that morning over and over. If you stroke yourself today, it had best be to thoughts of me, because when I touch myself tonight, it will be to thoughts of you on your knees where you belong. He hadn’t planned on jerking off, but the raging erection her text message had given him made him think twice about it.
    “Mr . Cain? The clients for today’s two o’ clock meeting are waiting for you in the lobby. Should I send them up or do you need a little more time?” The muffled voice of the office secretary cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to reality. An elderly little white- haired lady, she didn’t move very fast, but she had a knack for reading people, and her oatmeal chocolate chip cookies were like crack. She’d been with Baker Thomas Holdings since probably before Deacon was even a little spec in his dad’s spunk, but she didn’t look like she was going anywhere anytime soon .
    “No , no, that’s alright Ms . Gibbs. Go ahead and send them up. I’ll meet them in the conference room. Please call legal and have them meet us there with the contracts.” He released the speaker button but picked it up before she could get on the phone to legal. “ And thank you for the cookies this morning, they’re my favorite, and delicious as always.”
    “You’re welcome, Mr . Cain. I f you don’t mind me saying, well even if you do, I’m going to say it anyway because I’m older and wiser than you and you should always listen to little grannies about matters of the heart. It must be a very special woman to have you in such a tizzy. Don’t let this one
    slip away.” She clicked the intercom, disconnecting them before he could say anything, but he knew she was right. Eve was very special, but where he should go from here, he had no clue. In this little game of cat and mouse, she was most definitely the cat, playing by rules he didn’t understand . With a groan, he pushed himself out of the chair as he tried to push Eve from his mind. The biggest meeting of his life was about to go down. I f he wasn’t one-hundred percent in the game, Deacon and a whole lot of other people would be looking for new jobs by dinner time. A merger between the two biggest mortgage holding companies in the northeast, and he very well could fuck it all up if he wasn’t focused . Glad-handing the clients as they came up, he tried to be every bit the posh executive, but his head was in his pants because Eve was on his mind.
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    Bored. There was no other way to describe Eve’s mood the last couple of days. Just bored. The same people came into the lingerie shop everyday over and over. “ Can you fit this? ” “ Do I need to wax to wear this? ” “ Does this leather bustier make me look fat? ” “ No, Yes, and I don’t know, ask your husband. ” Since she’d had Deacon in the office and delighted in helping him explore a part of himself he’d always been ashamed of, nothing else seemed very exciting or even satisfying in comparison. Why she felt that way was a mystery. After all, he wasn’t her first, and while he was gorgeous, he wasn’t the most attractive man she’d ever been with . Still, something about Deacon drew her to him in a way she’d never experienced before. A clawing need