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was doing.
    He pulled back but only long enough to change the focus of his attention. His tongue jammed into her sex, working her hard, pushing her until she could hardly breathe.
    She clawed at the table, thrust her hips to meet his torment, and when he shifted his attention back to her clit, he slipped a finger or two inside her. He skimmed the top edge of her channel until he found the little bundle of nerves deep inside her.
    “Brock…” She wrapped her hands around his head, pulled him harder against her pussy, arched mercilessly into him. “God. Yes, yes. Yeeeeees!”
    Ecstasy exploded in her belly. She wrapped her legs around him and pressed him even harder against her sex. And Brock—bless him—kept right on eating her, drawing pleasure from her as if he’d been created to make women scream his name, to make her scream his name.
    Or maybe he always smolders this hot.
    She immediately silenced the nagging voice.
    “Brock, Brock, Brock, Brock…” She mumbled his name over and over and over as she fluttered in the realm between reality and ecstasy. “Brock.”
    “Damn that was incredible,” he said against her heat.
    “Isn’t that,” she panted, “that my line?”
    “No way. Your pussy’s quite spectacular, so wonderfully wet.” He gave her one more perineum-to-clit lick, looking up at her through dark lashes. “I bet it’d feel fucking incredible around my cock.”
    “Well, why don’t you get up here and test out that theory?” She reached for him. “I’ve waited for you long enough.”
    He pushed to his feet, his incredible mouth inching closer and closer and closer to hers until…
    “So I wasn’t the only one impatiently waiting for this moment, I see.”
    “No sir. Absolutely not.”
     
    Brock froze, Viv’s words reaching right into his chest and branding themselves into his soul.
    She’d fucking called him Sir. Sheer coincidence on her part, no doubt, but for him, that word from her lips was pure heaven. Sir. It made him think long-term, of a future where he’d admitted his sexual preference for domination, submission and everything they encompassed, and she’d embraced him wholeheartedly. A future where she’d opened both her body and her mind to him completely, unapologetically, his partner in every possible meaning of the word.
    Cradling her cheek with his palm, he let his imagination run wild. Visions of a future where she accepted him for everything he was filtered through his mind, a time where guilt over betraying his brother wouldn’t blacken every moment Brock and Viv had together. Could there ever be a future where they could grow old together, a Dom and his forbidden submissive?
    He fucking hoped so.
    They’d talked a great deal during her treatments. He’d told her things he’d never told anyone, things he still hadn’t told anyone else. He’d confessed to some of the idiotic things he’d done in his youth, about his indiscretions, and she’d never, ever once shown any hint of looking down on him. She’d seemed to accept him as he was, without any reservations. But would she if she knew the truth about his sexual preferences?
    That had been the one topic he’d always stayed away from. Sex. Not because he was ashamed of his BDSM lifestyle, but because talking to Viv about sex would probably have done him in—in every possible sense of the word. But he couldn’t keep that aspect of himself away from her much longer, especially since they were on the verge of becoming lovers.
    He had to make a choice. Did he keep hiding that part of himself away? Or did he tell her the truth and just hope for the best?
    Or maybe, he could push the thoughts and questions away for a little while longer. Ride the torrent of emotions threatening to drown him and see where he was when he was finally able to come up for breath.
    He drew a knuckle across Viv’s jaw. The only thing he knew for sure was he didn’t want anything taking away from the beauty of this moment. He wanted to