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I said last time?"
    "You said a lot of things."
    "Not true." He smiles. Just barely.
    "A few things." I take a deep breath and study his expression in some hopes I'll figure him out. Nope. Not happening. "About the terms or about how if I want something, you'll give it to me? But last time, you sent me home before. I know I didn't ask, but you obviously knew."
    "Kat."
    I bring my gaze back to his. "Yeah?"
    "What do you want?"
    A shiver passes through me. "You. I want you. It's crazy. I don't know you at all, but you were right. This part feels like something real."
    He places his palm on my lower back. "You're a virgin."
    My cheeks flush. They must be bright red. It's certainly none of his business, but, still, I nod.
    A bit of spark leaves his eyes. "Turn around."
    "But, what does that matter? I want to do this now. I want you."
    "I know, gorgeous."
    Red again. It's wrong he can make me this nervous with a single word. "I don't want to wait."
    "Turn around."
    I do.
    "Hands on the mirror."
    I plant my hands on the mirror, shifting my torso forwards and my ass back and up like it's on display for him.
    He drags his fingertips down my back. "You're a very sexy girl."
    "Thank you."
    "But I'm not going to fuck you."
    I catch my reflection in the mirror. The pout to end all pouts. I rearrange it into something less bratty. "Why?"
    "Kat." He drags his fingertips over my ass.
    "What if I said your name like that." I adopt my most unaffected voice. "Blake. Blake. Blake."
    "Don't do that."
    "Blake, Blake, Blake."
    His nails dig into my skin. It's a tiny burst of pain, but it feels damn good.
    My shoulders relax. His touch gets softer. He drags his fingers over my ass, to my hips, my quads, my inner thighs.
    Yes. Almost.
    "You need to learn patience," he says.
    "You need to fuck me."
    "I'm the one in charge of this." His fingers inch up, up, up.
    "Out there, maybe. But not here. It's supposed to be the part that's real."
    His nails scrape against my skin. "This is real. Me in control of your pleasure, taking you to the brink of an orgasm then pushing you over the edge. That's real."
    I swallow hard. "But what if I don't want to be under your control? What if I want to be in control?"
    He runs his hands through my hair and pulls lightly. "There's only one way I'm going to fuck you, Kat, and that's if I'm in charge." His fingers slide over my neck. "If that isn't something you want, I'll let you get dressed."
    "But you already said you're not going to fuck me." I shift my body so I'm straight, dropping my arms to my sides.
    "Not right now." He tugs at my hair again. "But I will tonight. If that's what you want."
    My body goes into overdrive. It's pleading for mercy. For the love of all that is right, it's not fair for him to get me so keyed up then insist tonight. Tonight is a million years away.
    "I want now," I say.
    He presses his lips against my neck. His mouth hovers over my ear. "It's a yes or no question. Do you want me in control?"
    Desire passes through me. Yes. God, yes. I want everything about him. "Yes." I nod.
    "Come here," he says.
    I do. I press my naked body against his completely clothed body. The fabric is rougher than his skin, but it still feels good. I don't even care that I'm exposed. I don't care that he still has all the power.
    I drag my fingertips through his hair, pulling his lips into mine. He kisses hard this time. His tongue explores my mouth like it's something of his.
    I hook my leg around him, rubbing my body against his. I can feel something through his slacks. He's hard. That must be it.
    He's hard. Because of me. I shift against him so I can feel the firmness in his slacks. Something instinctive takes over in my body. I want that part of him. All of it. I want to touch him, taste him, and feel him inside me.
    Blake slings his hand under my knee, pulling our bodies closer, so his cock is pressing against my sex. Only the fabric of his slacks is in the way. Pity those slacks exist. They seemed so nice