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She made a satisfied sound down in her throat, until he gripped her arms and pushed her away.
    “What?” She pouted, running a hand through her hair and looking right at his crotch. “C’mon, baby…” She reached out to touch his chest again but he grabbed her wrist, yanked her close and whispered in her ear.
    “I know what you want, Caroline.” He paused. “But we are gonna do this my way or no way at all. Got it?”
    She nodded, shivering when he bit down on her earlobe then nibbled his way around to her full lips. Practice, that’s exactly what this was and what he needed. Time spent honing his technique, pushing himself ever further as he explored how strong he could be, how much he could please his partner while resisting his own natural impulse to just fuck and be done.
    “Evan,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and molding into him once more. He stopped just as he was about to kiss her – to finally taste what had tempted him from day one. Gripping her arms again, he disentangled and held her off. His entire body was on fire, but his mind was still, and he allowed himself a second of self-satisfaction. He was learning control, thanks to the girls and women at the small club. And, he hated to admit, thanks to Damian who’d taken him there in the first place.
    “You can’t call me that anymore,” he said simply, running his thumb across her mouth, letting his fingertips trace her neck down to the tops of her breasts. “Not if I give you what you want, that is.”
    She closed her eyes and the lusty odor that oozed around them made him bite back a gulp. When she opened them again, their clear message pierced him right in the gut. She bit her lip, dropped her gaze immediately. He cupped her breast through the thin silk of her shirt. She kept her distance, let him flick his fingertips across her nipple and then continue down, never taking her eyes from his. When he reached the lower edge of her short skirt, she shifted, and he knew she was seconds from orgasm. “Sir,” she whispered, her voice hoarse as she gripped the boxes on either side of her and planted her feet further apart. “Please, sir, I need… oh…”
    He kept his distance, but because she said it – called him “Sir” without his prompting her – he decided to give her a small taste of what he could do. He let his hand drift up under her skirt, found the damp fabric of her panties. Without preamble or warning or breaking their eye contact, he slid his finger against her bare, moist flesh with a distinct purpose.
    She dropped her head back. Evan stepped into her space, gathered her long thick hair in his free hand and tugged hard, making her groan just as he dove into her mouth with his tongue and pushed high inside her as her body flexed and pulsed around his fingers. She shuddered, but kept her hands off of him. Admirable, and with a nice hint of just how submissive she already was.
    As abruptly as he started, he stopped. Releasing her hair, he took his hand out from under her skirt, watching as she continued to shiver. The only noise was their breathing. The only light came from behind the stacks of wine cartons. But the smell, the intoxicating aroma of healthy, mature female desire made his head spin and his body start to shake. He put his fingers to his lips and sucked on them, tasting her, as she slumped against the boxes. He pulled her in, sensing her need for contact. She let out a long, shuddering sigh against his chest.
    “I knew there was something about you I really liked,” she muttered.
    He allowed himself a second to press his aching, denim-covered cock against her. Then he let go. She stood, running a hand through her gorgeous thick hair which he could not wait to get his hands on again. “So,” he said, leaning back. “Tonight. I think we need to explore this a little more.” He sidestepped as she moved towards him. “No. I’ll let you know when you can touch me, Caroline. Don’t forget