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Without a doubt. As for
against your will…Tell me that you don’t want to be here.” He circled to stand
in front of her and the full impact of her body struck him like a fist to the
solar plexus. Christ, she had amazing tits. Not overly large, but full and
perky with small, tight nipples that beckoned for his mouth.
    He lifted his gaze to hers and she quickly looked
away. An endearing flush stained her cheeks and he wondered how much of it was
from arousal and how much was from the unease of being chained and nearly naked
in front of him. Determined to find out, he moved closer, until only a few
inches of heated air separated their bodies.
    “Look at me,” he demanded softly. “Did you think
after all these years, we wouldn’t inevitably end up in bed together?”
    “Why on earth would I think that?” Her desire
filled eyes lowered to his lips. “We’re colleagues and nothing more,” she
added, innocently.
    “Lies. Lies. Lies.”
    Donavan crushed his mouth down firmly against
hers. Soft and supple and warm, her lips were far more welcoming than he would
have anticipated after he had chained her up. She tasted like wine rich of
currants and black cherries with a distinctive hint of clove. And just like the
wine, her kiss was potent and powerful and intoxicating. Christ, he had waited
too long for this moment. The adrenaline hit him harder than he expected it to,
his arousal rocketing off the charts. Roughly, he grasped a handful of her hair
and kissed her as if his life depended on it. She moaned and as the vibration
of sound pulsed through his lips, his cock jerked to attention.
    Oh yeah, it was time to call her bluff.
    I’m kissing Donavan Carver , Eve thought breathlessly. I’m
actually kissing Donavan Carver—my rival, my fantasy since law school.
    The pressure of his mouth intensified and whether
or not she wanted to, Eve moaned again. This time when she parted her lips, she
was rewarded with the warm invasion of his tongue. He slowed his pace, dipping,
swirling, and stroking his tongue against hers in a seductive circle. Her knees
weakened. If not suspended by her wrists, she would have surely collapsed.
    Although fairly experienced in the kissing
department, she’d never been kissed like this. Desperately. Fiercely. The kiss
wasn’t clumsy or awkward like many of the firsts she remembered. There was no
bumping of heads or knocking of teeth. As if their mouths were one unit, they
moved in a rhythm like they’d been lovers for years.
    Now Eve deepened the kiss, pressing back hard
against his mouth. She delved her tongue, swirling it around his as she arched
her body so that they met chest to chest. The solid wall of his pectorals
grazed the soft swell of her breasts and she shuddered. Abruptly, he released
her hair and started his assault on her body with skillful hands.
    Grasping a breast in each palm, he squeezed her
nipples ruthlessly between his fingers. Arrows of pleasure darted through her.
The taut, aching buds tingled with the painful pressure as he mercilessly
tugged and rolled them. She blurted an aroused cry against his mouth while
cream flooded her panties. Beads of moisture trickled down the insides of her
thighs and she realized the thin lace thong she wore was completely saturated.
    Oh God, this was what she wanted, needed. So many
years wasted screwing white collar gentlemen and hopeless romantics who thought
great sex consisted of rose petals and Marvin Gaye, all because she needed to
hide her submissive nature. All this time, deep down, she craved the dominant, unyielding
hands of Donavan Carver.
    Without warning, he shoved one hand down the
front of her panties and cupped her dripping cunt. Frantically, Eve panted
against his mouth. They were hardly kissing any more, rather exchanging short,
sharp breaths of warm air. Her body quivered as he spread her outer lips and
pinched her swollen clit between his knuckles. She squirmed from the
sensitivity but her shackles prevented more than