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Right, baby?” I nod in response because I’m too lost in my desire to speak. “That’s right. Because this is fucking mine!”
    “Yes,” I moan breathlessly. Little does he know, I’m all his—body and soul—but I decide to keep that to myself for now. The man already has enough power over me, and quite frankly it’s a little scary.
    “Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me these last few days? Hell, the last few years. Watching you in that fucking hot tub last night, having to jack off for any relief so I didn’t come down there and bend you over the side of it, and fuck you from behind like the animal you’re making me.”
    Oh god. The image in my head, along with the pleasure of his fingers, has my body feeling like it’s about to combust. I try to wiggle closer to him, wanting so desperately to touch him, but he won’t release my wrists. “Cooper, please,” I plead. “I want to touch you, too.”
    He smirks down at me. “You wanted to know what it feels like to be cuffed, baby. Isn’t that what you said?”
    Oh he does not want to play this game with me, because I will play right back. I try to clear the fog of arousal clouding my head. “Yes, but that’s in your bed when you are fucking me with your cock, not your fingers.”
    His heavy-lidded eyes turn wild as he expels a mumbled chuckle. “You and that sassy fucking mouth of yours. Soon, Kayla, soon you will find out what I’m going to do to it, and you will learn quickly just who’s in charge here. During the day you can run your mouth all you want, but when your clothes are off and my cock is inside of you, that’s my territory, baby.”
    Holy hell he can be sexy when he’s arrogant, but as much as I love his demand right now I want something more from him. I need it to be more. “If you won’t let me touch you, will you at least kiss me?” I whisper, hoping I don’t sound as vulnerable as I feel.
    His expression softens just before he leans down and gives me his mouth. Our tongues intertwine again, but this time the pace is slower and more intimate, giving me the connection I crave. He finally releases my wrists and allows me to wrap my arms around his neck. I decide not to push my luck, not wanting him to stop me from holding him close.
    I gasp when his fingers speed up their delicious assault, stroking a part inside of me I never knew existed. Moaning into the kiss, I hook my legs around his lower back to bring him closer. My hips start rocking to the rhythm of his hand with desperation as I feel myself teeter on the edge.
    His growl vibrates against my lips. “That-a-girl, I can feel how close you are, Kayla, give it to me, let me feel it all over my hand, baby.” As soon as he mumbles the words his free hand cups the soft weight of my breast and his fingers pinch my sensitive nipple with a force that sends me crashing over the edge.
    White lights explode behind my eyes and ecstasy rushes through every vein in my body, stealing the breath from my lungs. Cooper swallows my cries of release until every last ounce of pleasure spills from my body.
    As I float down from my high and back to reality, I feel him remove his hand quickly. Before he can pull away I tighten my hold on his neck and kiss him for all I’m worth, not wanting this connection with him to end, but unfortunately, it does, and all too soon.
    With a groan he reaches up and forcibly unlinks my hold from around his neck then walks to the other side of the kitchen. He braces his arms on the counter, keeping his back to me, and drops his head in defeat.
    “Cooper, what is it?” I ask, confused at his sudden turmoil. His silence has a sick feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. I quickly put my bra back in place and right my shirt before hopping off the table. I walk toward him slowly, then lay my hand tentatively on his heaving back and feel him tense. “What? Did I do something wrong?” My question drips with insecurity, which bothers me because I am