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tonight begins. Would you like to do that upstairs or down here?”
    Tovia retreated an inch or two, ducked her attention around the club. “Upstairs. Definitely.” The low, firm words zipped lust to his cock. Yes, she was out of her depth, but she knew what she wanted. To Keilor, there was nothing sexier.
    Without another thought, Keilor swooped her up. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” Torture for him, feeling the heat of her pussy through his jeans, but so damn good, having her snugged up against his chest. She clung to him and buried her face in his shoulder as he took the stairs, ignoring the wolf whistle from Mike. Jealous bastard.
    Like déjà vu, he carried Tovia to his room, but this time he was reluctant to set her down. He wanted to shove her panties aside and drive into her sweet, wet heat. Fuck the formalities and the slow introduction to his demands.
    Instead, he tumbled her onto the bed, coming down after her. Before she could get a word out, he snagged her lips, inhaling her sigh as they kissed. Her fingers clawed at his back, pulling him closer. He pressed his erection against her core, rubbing in little circles while she moaned.
    “Oh Sir, please…”
    Her throaty cries made him crave her like a madman. Despite the temptation, he locked down his resolve. He did no more than kiss her, dipping his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth and skimming his hand up and down her side until he was dizzy with her taste and she lay taut as a bowstring beneath him.
    He came up for air long minutes later. Shit, he needed to control himself better. Her lips were swollen and red, marks of his possession that only made him hotter. He wanted to cover her in love bites, delicious red welts, anything to signal to other men that they needed to back the fuck away from his woman. If only convincing her were as easy as kissing her.
    When he was growing up, his father had always looked at his mother with such love, saying to him, “Son, I loved your mother the moment I saw her. We danced one dance at the town’s fall festival, and that was it. I knew she was meant for me. And she knew it too.”
    That was what he’d grown up waiting for. He’d not been lucky, like his parents, to meet his other half at a young age. He had her now, though, and he’d be damned if he’d sacrifice a lifetime of happiness for one foolish night of sexual pleasure.
    Keilor rolled from the bed, stalking across the room to his mini-fridge. Cool air wafted over his hand as he pulled two water bottles out and set them on top of the appliance. Behind him, the bed creaked. “Don’t move, firebird. You stay right there.”
    She huffed, but obeyed. He took a long sip from one bottle, buying himself more time to get centered, before he turned back to her. Fuck.
    Her red hair tumbled against his dark gray sheets like hot coals. Her thighs were still splayed open, and he could see faint red splotches on her hip where he’d gripped her against him. If she wasn’t the fucking sexiest sight he’d ever seen, especially with the damned lingerie setting off her milky skin.
    Okay, Branson, you’ve been topping women for years. This shouldn’t be any different. It was, clearly, but that didn’t mean he could forego good scene etiquette. Not yet, not when they were still getting to know each other. Though he’d swear on his life he’d known Tovia forever.
    He pulled a padded chair from the corner and set it down next to the bed so her legs splayed out on either side of him. “Come here, sweetheart.”
    She sat up, eyes heavy and a sweet smile working at the corner of her lips. She was such a natural submissive. The bed dipped under her knees and he guided her to sit on the edge, her legs dangling over the edge. He reached down and slipped off her black flat-soled shoes before setting them at the corner of the bedframe, well out of the way.
    “You need relief tonight.” Her body screamed to set down its burdens.
    Her attention flicked around the