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no hair, only smooth, tight skin.
    She’d seen him shirtless before. She’d often admired his muscular physique, but this time was different. All the other times she’d looked before, she’d only admired. This time she would be able to touch and her fingers itched to do so.
    He slung his shirt over the back of the dining table chair and she couldn’t take her eyes off the muscles as they flexed and bunched with his movements.
    His hands hovered over the button of his pants and she stopped breathing. This was one part of his body she hadn’t seen yet. His eyes lifted, meeting hers across the room.
    Dropping his hands, he leaned one against the back of the chair and eyed her like a parent who was about to get onto a child for not doing what they were told. “Didn’t I tell you to go to the bedroom?” he chastised, and her shoulders stiffened at his bossy tone.
    He moved toward her, his gait slow, steady, predatory, and every inch of her flesh tingled. “Don’t get your hackles up.” His lips lifted at one corner in a roguish grin. “I’m very dominant in the bedroom, Sinclair. I expect to be obeyed.”
    Her body heated and blood rushed through her ears with a deafening roar.
    “Obeyed?” she repeated and raised an eyebrow in surprise, both at his tone and her physical reaction to it. Marcus was a Dom? That definitely made things interesting and more of a turn on than she expected.
    She’d never considered herself to be a sub, but the idea of catering to Marcus’s every sexual whim sent her heart rate into orbit.
    “Obeyed,” he growled and her stomach flipped at the tone of his voice. He used the pad of his finger to lift her chin. “Now get that sexy ass to that bedroom and lie on the bed. But leave your shoes on.” He glanced down at her high-heel sandals and smiled before bringing his eyes back to hers. “Definitely leave them on.”
    “I never expected you to be so kinky,” she said breathlessly.
    He brought his mouth close to hers, but didn’t touch her. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he whispered. “Now go.”
    She turned to walk unsteadily to his room and his hand slapped across her ass. The sting caught her by surprise. She gasped and reached behind her to touch her burning behind. She glanced at him over her shoulder and he laughed, waving her on.
    Sinclair strolled into the bedroom, anxious for him to come and join her. Apparently tonight was going to be an experience unlike anything she’d ever dealt with. She was already more turned on than she could ever remember being.
    She placed her knee on the mattress and climbed to the middle of the bed on all fours. She heard Marcus enter the room and she stopped, glancing behind her to admire his naked ass—his tight, naked ass—as he placed his wallet and cell phone on the dresser. He turned to face her and she drew in a sharp breath at the size of his cock.
    Good, Lord. He was freakin’ huge.
    Thick and long, his cock stood erect almost to his belly button. Her pussy clenched at the idea of him filling her with it. He tilted his head and grinned. “Nice view.”
    “Yeah, it is,” she replied.
    He chuckled and glanced down at his cock before bringing his gaze back to hers. He twirled his finger and his gaze turned dark, sultry. “On your back.”
    She moved to her back and waited. He walked over and grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the tall bed. “Sit up,” he whispered and she quickly did as he commanded.
    He held up the condom and her heart raced wildly. “For now,” he said. “Until we have time to talk.”
    “Talk?”
    “Later, we’ll talk. Put this on me, Sinclair.” His voice was hoarse and deep.
    She took it from his fingers and her own shook so badly it took her two tries to get the packet open. She dropped the foil onto the floor and reached with her free hand to grasp his engorged rod. He was hard and long and hot. Precum dotted the tip and she swiped it away with the pad of her thumb. Marcus moaned