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decided you may need some extra help.” He squatted down so our stares were even. Flashed me a conspiratorial wink. “You know, sugar, you may like it.”
    I narrowed my eyes and released a little growl.
    Michael chuckled. “Well, are you comfortable? You may be there awhile.”
    “Maybe a pillow under my stomach?”
    He grabbed one off the sofa and slid it under my torso. “Better?”
    “Much. Thank you, Headmaster.”
    He gave me a sweet kiss on the forehead before stepping back behind me and flipping my skirt up, exposing my ass.
    “Dammit, Margaux.”
    “What?” I fought to swing my head around. “What’s wrong?”
    Just like that, the insecurity beast reared its ugly head. I wasn’t surprised. Who wouldn’t find themselves stumbling over a few emotional triggers when tied in four places to a piece of furniture in the middle of their living room, taking a bath in streams of autumn afternoon light?
    “Nothing.” His tone was a thick rope of meaning. “Nothing at all, sugar.” He ran his rough hands up my thighs and over my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, sinking fingertips into my flesh. “You’re just the most stunning creature I’ve ever seen.”
    “Oh.” I couldn’t get out much more than that. The reverence in his voice…it affected me more than physically. Deep in my chest, strange sensations of warmth unfurled. Beautiful sensations…
    “Baby…if you had any idea what you look like right now, with the sun on your skin and your passion on your pussy…” He interrupted himself, clearing his throat on a rugged cough. “It’s completely unfair that one person should possess so much beauty. But I won’t be the one complaining to the universe about it.”
    I had no response at that point. There weren’t a lot of options after a man flipped one’s heart over a hundred times, right? There was nothing I could do or say but let him adore me—easier said than done—no matter how brainless it seemed. For a girl like me, it could be difficult. Perhaps impossible. In Andrea Asher’s world, you weren’t human if you weren’t perfect. Even now, I worried about all the wrong Michael would see in my body, instead of the right.
    No. I didn’t have to believe that anymore. Despite how unnerving it was, I dipped my head, closed my eyes, and let his words of love surround me. This was Michael. My Michael. He’d never hurt me, and would never knowingly let harm come to me. I trusted him with that surety, and so much more. I’d let him lock me down without thinking twice. More significantly, I let him openly stare at me in this state.
    I felt his heat against me. He rubbed my back with long, firm, strokes, continuing his words of worship in such perfect whispers, my mind gave over to my soul…and soared. His physical warmth and emotional bolstering had me glowing everywhere. Everywhere.
    Soon, his hand drifted lower…and gently petted my sex from behind. The steady pressure beckoned my senses like a light in the growing twilight of the room. I leaned deeper into his touch with each pass, moaning and purring, opening for him…craving him.
    “Michael.” I rasped it like a prayer. “ Michael .”
    “What, sweetheart?” His voice was soft but urgent. The headmaster was gone. He’d was now the lover who knew every perfect way to touch me, every wonderful thing to say to me, every exquisite way to love me.
    “Please!”
    “Please what? Just tell me what you need, Margaux. I’m all yours. I’d move a fucking mountain for you.”
    “No mountain,” I cried. “Just you. Do it. I’m begging you! Fuck me, Michael!”
    He slipped right in through my wetness, barely needing to push. Though we’d been making love night after night for months, he still stretched me to the fullest I’d ever been. It brought pain—but the purest kind. The kind that came with the most perfect ecstasy my body would ever know.
    The desk lurched forward with his commanding, demanding thrusts. We started inching across