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predatory enough to make the big bad wolf green with envy. "You sure?"
    I chewed on my bottom lip and kicked myself since I was falling back into one of my nervous ticks that screamed I was anything but sure. "Uh huh."
    He traced my jawline, barely touching me but consuming me all the same. "And if I told you I was being easy on you before-" His f inger diverted to my collarbone, swirling up and over the length. "-would your answer still be 'uh huh'?"
    I thought back to the bizarre power play in his office, not being able to move or speak while he touched me. The battle of being still while lust and desire stormed inside gave me the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced. I was wary about what submitting would mean then but now, the curiosity won out. "Yes."
    I hitched a breath as he gently raked his fingers along the lines of my deep brown strands, sending tingles along my scalp. He gripped my ponytai l holder and pulled it downward, s ending my greasy hair spilling down my back.
    His eyes penetrated as he brought me close. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
    I blushed, looking away. I could never take a compliment well . But he turned my head back to those eyes that slayed me.
    “Don’t look away, Cass. I want you to hear everything I have to say.” He rounded the curve of my breast, circling my hardened nipples beneath my shirt. “I want you to feel everything—and vocalize it.”
    “V-Vocalize it?” I said , pressing my toes into the rug as his fingers pinched the hardened peak. When his other hand gripped the other, I let out a low whine.
    “That’s a good start,” he said with an approving grin. “But I want you to completely surrender to me and the needs of your body.” He tightened his hold on my ni pples and I grimaced as his voice deepened. “Use your words, Cass. How does it feel?”
    “Uncomfortable,” I said in a tiny voice. When the pressure intensified, I remedied. “Painful.”
    He loosened s lightly and released one breast, but hunger flexed in his expression as he took his free hand and shoved it down the front of my yoga pa nts. I knew where he was headed, but I still gasped in surprise when his fingers tugged my underwear to the side. I was already dripping wet and from his growl, he knew it too.
    He was flicking at my nipple as a finger began measuring my sl it. “Talk to me, Cassandra.”
    I opened my mouth and snapped it shut, having to grip him to keep from sinking to his feet. “It feels good,” I said weakly.
    "Just good, huh? " he murmured softly as his fingers built a steady rhythm.
    I let out a long, throaty moan, the sound jarring, too wild to have come from me. We never talk ed during sex before, too busy stripping away the pieces that kept us apart before crashing into each other .
    But now he was asking, no ordering me to do more than let my body talk. To allow myself to feel every flicker of passion and break it down to its hows and whys. Like the way my breathing was jagged, coming in gasps as he pressed deeper inside me. But it was mor e than just the fingers in my qu ivering hole --it was my hands against his chest, feeling the solid muscle firm against my fingertips. It was his face, harsh and romantic, stern and loving. Even though we'd been together countless times before, this was different because I could feel the passion. I could surrender and lose myself and open my mouth and tell him just how he made me feel.
    "I want to tell you to stop," I said, my voice ragged. "It's intense. Too intense." He began to slow the beat and I let out a mewl , leaning in toward him, moaning when he hit a whole new angle. "But don't stop..."
    His eyes glittered. "Why not?"
    "I c ouldn't b ear it. There’s nothing like it. ” I trailed off, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as he added another finger and I strained around it, whimpering. It was all I could do to hold my orgasm at bay with nerve endings firing right and left. Invigorating me. Weakening me.
    I moved my hips against