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front of his desk, his ankles crossed.
    Glancing up, she saw his arms were crossed as well, his face closed as he regarded her.
    Sheesh.
    “Have you eaten?”
    Her head snapped up in surprise. What? That wasn’t what she’d expected. “No…”
    “Me either.” He raised his eyebrows at her. “My lunch date canceled on me.”
    She winced. “Sorry.”
    “Hmm, well, you’ll make it up to me. Why did you cancel?”
    “I was still trying to decide.”
    “I want you naked.”
    She blinked at him. Naked? Here in his very professional, perfectly decorated office? Challenge glinted in his eyes. He was trying to keep her off balance. He might know her well but she knew him too. He was testing her.
    She glanced over her shoulder at the door then back at him.
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    “Don’t worry about the door. It doesn’t matter who sees. You’re mine, at my command. Nothing else matters.”
    Heat prickled up her back and her stomach knotted. Slowly, she reached for her buttons. She pushed one pearly button after another free of the holes that held them.
    Her blouse gaped open, revealing her bra. Her breathing growing shaky, she pulled the tails free of her skirt. Shrugging her shoulders, she let it slide free, to pool over her ankles.
    Max sucked in a breath at the sight of the bruises marring her shoulders and upper arms. “Did he do that?”
    She nodded. “It’s not a big deal.”
    “That bastard,” he growled. His face hardened, his eyes flinty. “Keep going. I want to see what else he’s done.”
    Her womb jerked at his proprietary demeanor. Why hadn’t she seen this in him before now? He’d always been like this. Perhaps he hadn’t hidden as much as she had.
    After all, she’d lusted after him all this time.
    “This is it.”
    “I want to see for myself.”
    If she were in his position, she’d want the same thing. Biting her lip, she reached for the front clasp of her bra. A moment later, her breasts spilled forward and the garment landed atop her blouse. Her breasts settled high and firm against her chest.
    His lips parted when he discovered she hadn’t quite told the truth. Five mottled circles marked one breast, testament to Tyler’s anger when she’d refused to go to the club. Max’s hands dropped to his sides in fists.

    “I’ll kill him.” Max struggled to hold back his rage as he advanced on her. Ana was his woman and Tyler had done this to her. It didn’t matter that he’d just staked his claim. She’d been his since high school. Shit. This sucked. And he’d just offered her the 38
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    proposition of training her. Being her temporary master. He couldn’t just change gears now.
    What the hell was he going to do now? Yesterday, he’d truly only wanted to train her. She needed to be shown how to behave in the scene and how to navigate through the lifestyle. Staring at the blotchy purple marks on her creamy flesh, he realized he’d subconsciously had another agenda. He wanted her to be his.
    Unfortunately, not only did Ana have a penchant for selecting losers, she had a commitment problem… She couldn’t make one. He’d been completely shocked to find she’d made a contract with Tyler. Max had never thought she’d do it. A contract meant long-term and as far as he knew the only long-term relationship Ana had ever had was with her pet turtle, Loki, who’d died several years ago. Ana didn’t do commitment, therefore he couldn’t come right out and say “I want you…forever”. If he said that, she’d run…forever.
    “I’m fine,” she whispered as he crouched in front of her.
    “You call this fine? Angel, in this scene, bruises happen but not like this. This is…”
    He trailed off, shaking his head. He reached out and stroked the back of his finger over the marks. Her skin was soft against his knuckles. He circled her wrists with his hands and pushed them behind her as he leaned forward and drew the nipple of her battered breast into his mouth. Gently, he suctioned