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    Blaine’s legs bounce under my ass and his jaw juts. These are the only indications his renowned restraint is compromised, and they aren’t enough, not nearly enough. I graze my fingernails over his stomach and his muscles ripple. I want him as wild as I am.
    As I rock, my hair falls forward, the tendrils teasing his chest. Blaine sucks in his breath, his eyes widening. I smile, having discovered another way to drive him crazy. I sweep the strands over his skin, caressing him with my hair, and a growl rolls up his chest. His cock bobs and his grip on my ass tightens.
    He wants me badly and he can’t do anything about it. He’s trapped by his promise, Blaine too honorable to ever break a vow. I graze my fingers across his cock head, spreading the pre-­cum over his shaft, and he shakes.
    â€œAnna,” Blaine rumbles.
    He won’t last and I want him inside me. “Lift me above you.” As Blaine complies, I curl my fingers around his shaft, positioning him at my entrance. “Lower me slowly.”
    His cock head prods my pussy, pushes inside, stretching me. I muffle a moan, gripping his arms. He’s broad, broader than anything I’ve ever taken. His tip slides up me inch by delicious inch, the fit agonizingly snug.
    â€œToo tight,” Blaine huffs, perspiration streaming down his angular face, his lips pressed into a grim white line.
    â€œI can take you.” Pain edges my voice. I grit my teeth as I continue the slow descent, his cock filling me. Have I told my first lie to Blaine? Can I take him? He’s large, too large. Oh Lord. I dig my fingernails into his forearms. “I can’t—­”
    My pussy lips touch his base and the slide stops, the fullness sublime. I’m impaled fully on his shaft, seated on my billionaire lover.
    My lover . . . I’m no longer a virgin. I meet Blaine’s gaze, needing his reassurance.
    â€œYou’re perfect.” His green eyes glow, the veins lifted on his forehead, his black hair damp. “You’re made for me, Anna.” Blaine holds me in place, his hands clamped on my hips.
    We remain locked together. My body slowly adjusts to his girth, my grip on his cock loosening, the pain dissipating, leaving only desire. I shift and he sinks deeper. We both groan, our sexual satisfaction now ­coupled.
    Blaine trembles, the strain of not moving, of giving me total control, reflecting in his face. I’ve allowed him inside me and my world didn’t fall apart. I remain Anna Sampson, daughter of a dead thief and a runaway housewife, lover of the most trustworthy man I know. Blaine believes I’m strong, and I am strong enough to let go, to give myself over to him completely.
    â€œI want you on top me, Blaine.” I’ve dug red crescent moons into his forearms and I smooth the marred skin with my fingertips. “I want you to fuck me hard and fast, not holding anything back. I want you to fill me with your cum.”
    Blaine meets my gaze as though seeking confirmation. I nod, unable to repeat my instructions.
    â€œYes.” He flips me onto my back and braces his body above mine, his weight heavy, comforting. I bend my knees, cradling him between my thighs, and I run my hands over his back, relishing his muscles, his strength.
    Blaine pulls his hips back, brazing his cock head along my inner walls, and he pushes inside me once more, rocking my body. He repeats the action, moving slowly, allowing me to grow accustomed to him, and I undulate under him, caressing him with my breasts, my hips.
    â€œAnna,” Blaine rumbles. His shoulders flex under my fingertips, his form pulled tight, the shallow fucking testing his restraint.
    He’s been tested enough. “More, Blaine. Give me more.” I wrap my legs around his waist and hook my ankles over his clenched ass, digging my heels into him, urging him to thrust faster, deeper.
    Blaine increases his tempo, each drive forward