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Alexander’s mouth pressed into a thin line as he tried to hide his amusement.
    “What are you doing home?” I dropped the umbrella and ran to him. His arms folded around me, and I drew back to drink him in.
    “Did you miss me?” he asked, his voice taking on a husky tone that sent a flutter of expectation throbbing through me.
    I fiddled with the tie that hung loose at his neck and shook my head playfully. “It’s only been one night.”
    “Are you sure, poppet? You’re wearing my pants.” He ran his index finger along the band of elastic that hung loosely on my hips. “Turn around and let me see. Slowly.”
    I pivoted obediently. His watchful gaze burned through me, igniting a flame deep within my belly. I had missed him, and my starved body reacted with throbbing pangs of hunger. My legs clamped shut as I tried to control my arousal. Alexander slid a hand between my thighs and urged them back apart, brushing across my sex as he did. Even the light touch, mostly obstructed by the now-soaked cotton that covered me, drew a gasp from me.
    He hooked a finger in my waistband and drew me roughly against him. Sliding a hand under my tank top, his fingers circled my nipples, tugging and pinching them until they were almost painfully hard and I was panting. I pressed my ass back until his erection prodded against my soft backside—a silent signal of what I needed.
    His lips moved against my ear, teeth catching and nipping its shell. “Now, did you miss me?”

 
    M y pulse quickened, my breathing shifting to shallow puffs. I’d expected our time apart to provide some perspective away from his influence, but I’d spent it craving him instead. With everything changing, with my whole life in limbo, the only thing I could be certain of was him.
    “Answer,” he prompted, squeezing my swollen breasts and drawing my thoughts away from the outside world. “Tell me that you missed me.”
    I moaned a yes, barely able to find the word in my fervent state. I wanted to turn around—to kiss him—but I recognized the tone of his voice. Tonight he was in control, and my body knew that. It was what I wanted. I still refused to believe that I needed submission. It was a conscious choice to place myself completely in his hands. It was the only way it could be healthy for either of us. Still, knowing I would be at his mercy soon sent the sweetest pang echoing through me.
    “If you will not speak, then you must show me,” he commanded. He released his hold on me and pressed his hands gently to my shoulders. There was no need for him to be rough—not yet.
    I knelt, the cool hardness of the kitchen floor providing a jolt to my already frayed senses. Iciness traveled through my blood, spreading so rapidly that instead of shivering, I grew feverish.
    Alexander circled me thoughtfully, pausing in front of me so that I could see the proof of his own arousal straining against his trousers. “We have guests?”
    I nodded.
    “Is that why you’re being quiet?” A smirk played at his shapely lips, and I thought about running my tongue across them. I imagined them pressed between my legs. “Then we’ll make a game of it. If Clara wants to be quiet, she will be. But I won’t make that easy for you.”
    It wasn’t so much that I wanted to be quiet or that I was worried about waking the others, it was that something about Alexander demanded it this evening. His dominant side had overtaken him just as the submissive side he’d uncovered in me longed to surrender. Part of me fought against it, still wounded from the information he’d kept from me.
    “A gentleman would take you upstairs and close the door. He would make love to you slowly so that your screams wouldn’t wake your friends.” He bent and tipped my chin up with his index finger. His gaze smoldered through me, melting the last of my inhibitions. “I’m not a gentleman.”
    His words ignited me. Desire sought out each nerve ending until my skin sung with near-electric