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meant, she just
knew it was wrong and she needed to deny it.
    “Is that so?” His grip tightened so she felt the pressure of
his thumb on the pulse beating rapidly in her neck. “I was going to go easy on
you, but since I can see you’re going to be difficult, I’ll spell it out.”
    She swallowed past her dry-as-the-Sahara throat. That
sounded ominous. She said nothing and continued to stare down at her silverware
as though it were the rarest of treasures.
    “You want to be tied up, spanked, put on display in a sex
club, captured and used hard.” His warm breath on the shell of her ear made her
tremble despite her nerves. “Do you know what kind of girls like that kind of
thing?”
    She shook her head.
    “Look at me.”
    The last thing on earth she wanted to do was look at him,
but some mysterious force compelled her to meet his gaze. She sucked in a
breath. She’d expected to see sympathy or maybe amusement, but his dark eyes
smoldered.
    “Girls who like to be dominated.” He brushed his thumb over
her lower lip. The touch erotic as his gaze captivated hers. “Controlled.”
    Cheeks flaming, she frowned. Well, when he put it that way…
    “I can see you’re confused,” he said conversationally, as
though they were discussing the weather. “Do you know much about domination and
submission, Abby?”
    “No.” The word came out like a croak. She cleared her
throat. “Isn’t that when people dress up in leather and wear collars and
stuff?”
    She shuddered she didn’t like the idea of that.
    He picked up a lock of hair and twirled it around his
fingers. “For some people, if that’s what they like, but for others it can be
strictly in the bedroom where one person gives up complete control to another.”
    Complete control? “What does that mean?”
    “Whatever we want it to.” Brown eyes gleaming, a smile that
was pure sin slid over his lips. “Or should I say, what I want it to?”
    Abby pressed her thighs together as an unfamiliar ache took
residence between them.
    “Let’s try a little experiment.” He flashed that damn dimple
that always made her melt.
    “What?” Nerves twisted in her stomach. She’d given him the
wrong impression. All she wanted was a little bit wild.
    She wanted the exact opposite. She wanted to take control,
not give it up.
    “Abby.” His tone took on the same edge from earlier and like
before it made goose bumps break out over skin. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
    Heat fanned out over her cheeks and she moved back, wanting
to avert her gaze only to find his fingers locked around her neck in a tight
grip.
    His thumb pressed against her rapidly beating pulse point. The gesture was threatening, but her stomach dipped and her nipples puckered
into tight little buds so the fabric of her dress abraded the sensitive flesh.
    Her heartbeat picked up another notch as a thread of panic
weaved an unexpected pattern with desire.
    He moved fast, and before she could bolt, his mouth claimed
hers.
    She opened immediately to his onslaught as his tongue curled
around hers. His hand tightened on her throat as he kissed her with that
aggressive, hard possessiveness she’d always craved. A wave of lust crashed
over her and she was sucked into the swirling, chaotic undertow.
    It was every kiss she’d ever dreamed of. Eyes closed, a low
whimper left her throat, and she gripped his muscled forearm.
    Abruptly he broke away, she chased his mouth.
    “What I say goes.” He punctuated his remark with a short,
brutal kiss. “The second you sent me that list, you gave up control to me.” Again his lips claimed hers.
    A desire she’d never experienced before coiled tight,
pushing past her nerves and reservations.
    When he ripped his mouth away, she practically fell into his
lap. “When I ask you something, I expect an answer, not questions.”
    Heat licked through her body.
    His mouth crashed down on hers, and there was no more
thought. The invasion of his tongue leaving no doubt in her