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his reluctance to speak, her name rolled off his tongue like honey. “I don't want this to end. We've only just begun.” Releasing his embrace, he cupped her chin. “Open. Open for me.”
    “Clark,” she croaked, her flustered face framed by mussed blond hair.
    Sex Goddess.
    “You can start with your mouth,” he grinned and lunged into a heart-pounding kiss.

Chapter Five
    M ariah followed the flow of Clark's demanding tongue and lost herself in the intimate probing dance. The kiss gave her a welcome focus and grounded her, making her feel less adrift. Their intense exchange before had left her raw and exposed and strangely... safe .
    Safe? She had exploded under his care, losing all manner of reason and sensibility. Surely she was experiencing some miniature form of Stockholm's Syndrome.
    Goosebumps rippled along her back in the wake of his stroking palms. Somewhere in the back of her head was reason. Perhaps even reason had abandoned her brain cells. She couldn't help but shiver.
    Clark broke off the kiss. “Cold?”
    “Yes,” she muttered to cover up the thoughts that had started to invade her mind.
    He looked long and hard at her as she met his gaze in what she hoped would be a steady unbidden manner. What did he see in her anyway? Whatever he saw, after a moment, he lifted them both off the chair and set her down in it. Picking up her bra with just his shirt on, he said, “I'd like to dress you.”
    “Okay,” she nodded, having nothing else to say. She gulped, her body limp— spent —with no bones left, no spine to straighten her up, and holy fucking shit! She'd never think of the Seattle Space Needle in the same way ever. He had already tainted that for her, too, in dominating her in the office— her office, which would never be the same either.
    “Because if you dressed yourself,” he added, slipping the bra straps through her arms and securing the clasp, “I'd be lusting to undress you again.”
    A small smile made its way to her lips. Yeah, he'd do that alright. Nothing seemed to stop this man in going after what he wanted, no matter what. The smile left her face. Did he really want her? Do you need to ask?
    “Beautiful,” he murmured, his fingers gliding down both of her arms. “Flawless.”
    Mariah gulped. Why was he treating her with such kindness? With his looks and the mad skills he had in bringing a woman to orgasm—not to mention the size of his wallet—he could have his choice of any woman.
    He straightened up and retrieved a slim paper bag from his briefcase. In it was a new silk blouse. “The store didn't have a sleeveless white blouse in stock,” he said, “so I hope that this will suffice.”
    When he held the fabric up to clothe her, she saw the collar and the short sleeves on the white blouse—both things that her retired blouse lacked. Given the circumstances, she didn't have a choice but to accept this concession. Goodbye to her sleeveless white V-neck blouse.
    She slipped her arms through the sleeves and watched him button her up from the bottom up.
    “Stand up,” he said.
    The blouse hung loosely, one size too big on her.
    “Not bad,” he murmured. “I don't want you looking too sexy with a snug shirt.”
    Mariah cracked up. “So my shirt size was intentional?”
    He shook his head. “I eyeballed it.” He cracked up then. “You're lucky it fits you as it does. You wouldn't want to exit the office somewhat topless.”
    She shook her head this time. “You definitely premeditated this whole scenario, didn't you?”
    “If anything is within my control, I spare no effort in exerting my authority.” He stepped closer with her skirt in hand. “I don't leave anything up to chance.”
    When he held the skirt up for her, she cocked an eyebrow. “What about my panties?”
    “They stay with me.”
    “You've already got my handkerchief.” Heat rose to her cheeks.
    “Yes,” he smirked. “I'm expanding my collection.”
    “Even if it's limited edition?” she asked,