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small snarl.
    I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that happening.
    She scowled slightly in response to her enthusiastic mental voice. His gaze ran over her face. She became highly aware of her pulse throbbing at her throat. “Never mind,” he said suddenly, standing. He thought he’d read fear on her face, when in fact, she’d been feeling stunned arousal. He turned away, swiping the back of his hand across his upper lip. Had he gotten turned on, talking about binding her with soft rope and being deep inside her?
    It’d certainly gotten to Harper. Still . . . she was uncertain.
    “I shouldn’t have brought it up,” he said gruffly, his back to her. “It’s just that . . . as much as I might want to, I don’t think I
can
be with you partly. I don’t want fifty, or seventy or ninety percent. With you, it’s going to have to be all or nothing.”
    “Why do you want to?” she asked.
    He twisted around and met her stare. “Why do I want to restrain you?”
    She nodded.
    “Because I want you at my mercy. I want to know that every ounce of pleasure that you get, every rush of sensation, every orgasm, was due completely to me. I want to
own
it.”
    She blinked, set off balance by his grim intensity.
    “Isn’t that kind of narcissistic?” she asked warily.
    His brows arched and she sensed his dark amusement. “Narcissistic like some of your past lovers? I don’t know. Is it?” he asked, his tone misleadingly mild. “Is that how it felt to you on the yacht? When we were on that chaise lounge together? When I was touching you?”
    She blinked.
No. If anything, your entire focus on me felt like the exact
opposite
of self-involvement.
    “I like control in the bedroom,” he stated simply.
    “Just like you do in the boardroom?” she asked with a half smile. “You can’t own everything, Jacob. You can’t control everything.”
    Even to her own ears, she sounded unconvinced. She was under his influence now. She could never forget what it was like to be made love to by him. He’d controlled her mind and body like a maestro, and now all she could think about was submitting to him again.
    “Maybe not. But many things, I
can
,” he said with quiet confidence.
    “I don’t want to be beaten or bruised or abused in any way.”
    “I would never leave you marked. Never. The idea makes me sick.”
    She was taken aback by his bitterness. His mouth twisted, and again, she sensed that frustration she couldn’t understand in him.
    “I won’t lie. I’ll demand a lot of you. I’ll want to fuck you hard. Frequently, and in whatever way I want. But only if you’re completely with me in the moment, Harper.”
    She inhaled shakily, aroused by his words and finding the fierceness of his eyes overwhelming.
    “This isn’t about making you suffer. Never. It’s about the opposite. I want you excited. I want you to surrender to everything but the moment. I want you to give in to the pleasure. To me.”
    It was like he was on fire in those moments, and it hurt a little to stare directly at the flame.
    “Does it turn you off?” he asked quietly, his gaze on her rapier sharp. “The idea of giving control to me during sex? I’m going to position you any way I choose. Then I’m going to pleasure you any way that strikes me before I have you any way that I please. It’s going to feel so damn good.”
    Heat rushed through her cheeks and chest.
    “It doesn’t turn me off,” she admitted. “If it’s anything like last night, I think . . . I think I’d like giving you control. In the
bedroom
,” she emphasized.
    He spun around slowly. “You’re sure? You’re not afraid?”
    “I don’t think so, no.”
    He stalked toward her. She couldn’t help but notice he was erect. She could clearly see the thick shaft of his cock pressing against his cargo shorts. A thrill raced through her. She could make out the shape of the plump cockhead. He
had
been turned on, just by speaking the words out loud of what