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  "Do it now, or I walk away."

  She apparently took his threat seriously because she lay back down on the bed.

  He grabbed the scarf he had picked out. "Lift your arms up."

  When she did, he tied her hands above her head and then secured the scarf to the slats in the headboard.

  "Now, we'll see who's in charge," he murmured more to himself than to her. She showed no reaction at all. He didn't know if he liked that or not. He thought she might be a bit of a challenge, hoped for it actually.

  Pushing those thoughts aside, he straddled her body.

  With slow movements, he skimmed his hands over her breasts. She wasn't big on top, but he had never been a man who appreciated fake breasts. He liked them natural and small. He teased the nipples, happy with her indrawn breath when he pinched them. He bent his head and licked over first one, then the other nipple, then worked his way down her body again. He didn't think there had ever been a woman who had done this to him. Lord, the woman was a tasty treat. But he had the sense that she was holding back, trying to control the situation. So, he figured it was time to establish just who was in charge in bed.

  He slipped between her legs and pushed them apart. She was turned on. The evidence glistened on her labia, and he knew she was barely holding on. But she was, and that didn't sit well with him.

  He licked her, leisurely, enjoying the flavor of her again. Again and again he tasted her, skimming his tongue around her pussy lips. She started to squirm, but he paid no heed. As he had thought, she was under the assumption she could control the situation, and until she completely gave over to him, he would not be happy. He knew it wouldn't happen completely tonight, but now he was going to teach her a lesson.

  Conner lifted his head and smiled up at her. "Now, you've been holding back."

  She didn't say anything.

  "And one thing I do is make sure a sub knows that I give her the pleasure. She has no control over her body in this bed other than to tell me I'm going too far. You always have the ability to tell me no."

  He waited but she said nothing again, and he took that as assent.

  "You've been trying to keep from coming, that I feel. Not that I had given you permission, but I could feel you doing it when I was eating your sweet pussy. And, one thing I will tell you is that you will pay dearly for that."

  He smacked her pussy, and her eyes narrowed although she kept silent about it.

  “That’s good.” He smacked her again. “You’re going to learn that what I do to your body is out of your hands.”

  He gave her cunt another good lick then set his mouth on her again. This time, though, he was relentless. Over and over he dove into her hot core, swiping his tongue in and out and then over her clit. He knew it was driving her crazy because her legs were starting to move on the bed, but he ignored that. Instead, he pushed her further and further. Her first orgasm hit her hard as she bowed her body up off the mattress and screamed his name. He did not stop. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, taking her hard clit into his mouth and playing with her piercing. He rose up, slipping his hands beneath her ass and pulling her up with him.

  Then, he slipped a finger between her cheeks, playing with her puckered opening. He could just imagine slipping into her ass, fucking her until both of them couldn't stand.

  The image brought another drop of pre-come on his dick, but he ignored it. Conner continued his assault. Without pausing, he had her coming over and over, and when he was sure she’d finally learned her lesson, and when he wasn't sure he could control himself any more, he settled her back on the mattress. He grabbed the condom and ripped it open. She was watching him as he rolled it on.

  He didn't want to wait, didn't think there was a reason now. His hands were shaking when he lifted her and entered her in one swift thrust.

  She sighed in pleasure as if she had been waiting for this all along. He tried to move slowly, but he soon felt the control slipping out of his hands as her muscles contracted over his cock. Every little ripple pulled him deeper. He thrust once, twice...then he came, his orgasm pulled from the deepest part of his soul.

  He shouted her name as she came with him, her orgasm causing her muscles to contract harder on his shaft, milking his release, pulling him so deep into her hot, wet sex he shivered with the power of it.

  When he was spent, he fell on top of her. She grunted in reaction.

  "Sorry."

  "What’s there to be sorry about?" she asked, and he heard the smile in her voice.

  He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed, and she looked downright smug. Conner lifted his hands to untie her arms.

  “Jillian, open your eyes."

  She did slowly, and he had a feeling she was worried that by doing it, reality would be unpleasant. As if they were in a dream. He knew he felt that way. He had barely played with her, but this joining had been more powerful than with any sub, even his first.

  "Thank you."

  She smiled at him, and he leaned in for a kiss. Soft, slow, and filled with a tenderness that he didn't know he was capable of. It amazed him and stunned him how much he wanted to take care of her, to make sure she was nurtured and loved. It was something that had him frowning as she settled back down against her red pillows.

  "Stop worrying."

  He looked at her. 'What?"

  "Stop worrying. You worry too much. Just sleep."

  He shook his head and said, "You still think you can boss me around?"

  "In this, I can. Let's get some rest."

  He smiled as he lay down and pulled her into his arms. The woman had a lot to learn.

  It was his last thought before falling asleep.

  Chapter Nine

  The University of Georgia fight song sounded on her phone, and she groaned. Lord, she was tired, and she wanted to bury her head under the covers. She rolled over and found the spot empty. Opening one eye, she looked around for Conner but only found his side of the bed empty. She sat up, irritated that he had left without saying anything, but then she noticed his shirt on the chair beside her bed.

  The ring started again, and she knew the only person under that ringtone was Maura.

  "Hey, Maura. Kind of early for you to call."

  "It's ten in the morning there, and I can't get ahold of Conner."

  For a second, Jillian's brain just stopped working. It stuttered to a stop, and she couldn't seem to get it to function again.

  "Jillian? Is everything all right?"

  Maura was starting to panic. Jillian had heard it enough times to know what it sounded like.

  "Maybe he's sleeping?"

  "You know Conner. He doesn't sleep. Not this late."

  "He's on vacation."

  She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and saw Conner standing there with nothing but the jean shorts he’d worn the night before. They were zipped but not buttoned. Lordy, talk about a mind melt. With the sun streaming in behind him, his skin looked almost golden. Men sucked because she knew she looked like crap. All they had to do was get up and they were sexy. His hair was a little mussed and she could imagine threading her hands through the strands, moving it this way and that.

  "Jillian!"

  "What? Oh, sorry. I was distracted."

  His lips twitched as he folded his arms across his chest. The knowing look in his eyes told her he knew how he affected her. Damn the man. It irritated her that he accepted her attraction so easily. She probably looked like something the cat dragged in and here he was looking like a million bucks.

  "You don't think anything has happened to him?" Maura asked, her voice filled with worry.

  Jillian choked and then cleared her throat. "No, I think he's fine."

  He rolled his eyes and walked forward. He took the phone from her.

  "Hey, Maura. Is there a reason you need to get ahold of me? Just a reminder, the doc said not to bother me with work."

  He smiled at his own joke, but listened. "Tell him he pays the retaine
r we asked for or we don't do the work."

  Maura's voice sounded over the phone.

  Conner shook his head. "I don't care. And he's fucking with you. He has plenty of money to pay for it. He just doesn't want to do it. He has always been cheap. Make sure he understands if he can’t pay, we’ll dump him. But don’t say it like that. Be a little nice, but turn the screws."

  Then Maura continued so apparently Conner thought it was a good time to sit down on the bed beside Jillian. He was smiling when he bent and brushed his mouth over hers. It wasn’t even a kiss really. It was just a touch, done before she could even respond, but it had her body reacting nonetheless. He nuzzled her neck as Maura started asking questions about his night and why he hadn't answered his phone. She felt his tongue over her earlobe, then his teeth. She couldn’t stop the hum that vibrated in her throat.

  "I left it upstairs," he said, causing his breath to feather over her flesh. She shivered in reaction.

  Another round of questions followed, and he sat up. Jillian could see that he was annoyed. She realized that answering to a younger sister, one who had to answer to him for most of her life, wasn’t sitting well with him. "Listen, I came down last night to chat with Jillian. She jumped my bones and I completely forgot about my phone. Needless to say, she is ready to jump my bones again so I figure I should let you go."

  Maura was squawking as he hung up. He tossed her phone on her bedside table.

  She frowned at him. "Why did you tell her that?"

  He shrugged. "It was true."

  He moved to nuzzle her neck again. Her body started to heat, and God, she wanted that. She wanted nothing more than to forget about the phone call, but Maura was her best friend, and she didn’t want to mess that up. She needed answers.

  "Why did you tell her like that?"

  "You did jump my bones," he said, his voice deepening. She could hear the arousal simmering, building.

  "Good lord, a nice time to get a sense of humor, Conner."

  "I've always had a sense of humor. I just kept it well hidden. In my line of business, you have to be careful who you trust."

  She sighed as he nibbled on her ear. She wanted to discuss the issue of telling Maura, but he had a way of scrambling her brain. "Why did you get out of bed?"

  "To cook you breakfast."

  Her eyes shot open. "Sex and breakfast? You are a god."

  He sat back and gave her a lopsided smile that had her heart turning cartwheels in her chest. "All women say that after a night with me."

  Her throat was closing up at the sweetness of the man. He had given her one of the best nights of her life and here he was, treating her like a princess the next morning. Who would have known that Mr. Cold-Eyed FBI agent and security expert would be so sweet? And just how was she going to keep herself from falling in love with him?

  She pushed that thought aside and concentrated on him. Living in the moment was something she had done for years and she could do without a thought now. Hopefully.

  "Our waffles are going to get cold if I stay here much longer. Why don't you get dressed and join me out in the kitchen?"

  She smiled and gave him a kiss. "You got it."

  He left her then, and she felt comfortable rubbing her chest and trying to ease away the clutching of her heart. Lord, the man had been there a week and he was getting to her. She’d allowed him things that she had never allowed another man, and she wanted more. She knew if he asked for something, she would do it. As if he had heard her thoughts, he poked his head inside the door and said, "And make sure you wear a shirt, no panties."

  With that he left as if knowing she would follow his orders. Of course she would. If he could repeat what he did to her, she would be happy to sit anywhere without her panties. He was hard to resist before, but now that he was being kind of adorable...no woman in her right mind would turn him away.

  She slid out of bed and winced. She was in good shape, did yoga on a regular basis, and was pretty active living in Hawaii. But last night had shown her just how long her love life had been dormant. And even when she had gotten someone in her bed, apparently it hadn’t been all that thrilling. She closed her eyes as she brushed her teeth and tried to get her head out of the clouds. Jillian understood they had tangled relations, mainly through Maura. But that would not ensure a longer relationship. In fact, it would mean this was just going to be a fling. If they kept it light, no one would get hurt.

  And for the first time in a long time, she wanted more. She shook her head and tried to dismiss that idea.

  When she was cleaned up and had gotten herself under some control, she grabbed a shirt out of her dresser, slipped it on, and then headed out to breakfast.

  He spared her a glance as he slipped a waffle onto her plate. “Taking a little too long there, Jillian.”

  His voice was calm, but she heard the steel beneath it.

  “I was trying to make sure my brain was working.”

  His lips twitched. “I have to say I’m pretty proud of myself.”

  She poured syrup on her waffles and shot him a look. “Why is that?

  “You’ve got one of the sharpest minds I’ve ever encountered. If I screwed with it, then I am pretty sure I’m a god, like you said.”

  She chuckled, enjoying this whimsical side of him. She was pretty sure the only person in the world who had seen it, other than possibly his lovers, was his sister. Conner had never struck her as someone with a great sense of humor. The teasing was starting to get to her, though. He was all tough on the outside and somewhat gooey on the inside. That combination was deadly to her mind.

  She was in serious trouble now.

  "Eat. I didn't slave over these for you to just sit there and look at me."

  She sighed and did that. "I had no idea that you could cook like this."

  "I had to learn. Maura's kind of a picky eater."

  She snorted. "Kind of? She makes Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally look like a pushover. I have never known anyone who went through a cafeteria line and made them cook stuff to order."

  "She's always been like that. I remember when she was born, from the first she was pushing to get her way."

  Jillian nodded. "She was a pill. I think that has a lot to do with genetics, but also the people who raised her, including you. Never once did I ever hear her say you doubted her or told her she shouldn't do something."

  "I was glad when she started learning there were certain things that a brother did not want to hear."

  She laughed at the pained look on his face. "I can imagine. How much of this does she know about?"

  "This? You heard me talking to her."

  "No, I mean this life of yours. You have to know she's dabbled in the lifestyle."

  "Please, don't. I still think she's a virgin."

  She shook her head at his joke and took another bite.

  "What had you so upset yesterday?"

  She glanced up, surprised. "Family. Just the family. They can be a pain in the ass, and dealing with them...there is a reason I'm not living on the mainland."

  "Any reason in particular?"

  "Same stuff. Money. It is the root of everything that is wrong in the Bentley family."

  He didn't look happy, and she knew why. She wasn't being completely forthcoming.

  "It isn't anything I want to rehash."

  "Don't women like to talk about these kinds of things? Discuss feelings?"

  "Not this. My family is a constant embarrassment to me. I'm just glad you took me out of the house and got my mind off them. It really helped me yesterday."

  He smiled at that and looked down at her plate. "How do you not gain weight?"

  She smiled. "When I’m deep in a book, I sometimes forget to eat most of the day. I guess when I'm not in the zone, I make up for it. It was delicious by the way."

  She leaned forward and gave him an impulsive kiss that surprised both of them. When she sat back, he took her hand. "How far do you want to take this? Do you want to chalk up last ni
ght to some kind of insanity, or do you want to find out more about yourself?"

  "About myself?"

  Conner studied her fingers for a moment and then looked up at her. "The lifestyle is sometimes intense, and it teaches us things that we might not have known about ourselves."

  "Like your need to dominate?"

  He nodded. "And yours to submit. Sometimes it's just what you need to feel complete in the bedroom. But many times, it is more than that. It can reach into your soul. With me, I will expect that. I want all of you in that bedroom. Exploring this with you will probably be one of the greatest highlights of my life."

  She noticed that he didn't profess love or tell her it was forever. She respected him for that, and while she might want to hear those words at some point, she wasn't sure she was ready for them.

  He looked up at her with one eyebrow raised. "Indeed? Last night wasn't that intense."

  She knew from experience and research it hadn't been, not for someone like him. For her, it had been a little mind-blowing. Jillian wouldn't tell him that.

  He slipped his large hand between her legs and massaged her thigh. It was barely anything, but the touch had her body shimmering with heat. He kissed her, keeping his hand on her leg. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the way her body started to melt at the simplest of seductions.

  Soon though, it wasn't enough for him, apparently. He picked her up off his lap. She expected him to take her to the bedroom, but instead he plopped her on the table.

  He spread her legs as he leaned down and set his mouth on her pussy. Damn, the man had one of the most talented tongues. He should probably bronze the damn thing. He slipped inside, and she should have been embarrassed by how wet she was, but she didn't really care.

  He replaced his mouth with his hand, sliding two fingers inside of her and pressing his thumb against her clit.

  "Don't come, or there will be hell to pay."

  She looked down at him as he watched her. Jillian wanted to close her eyes, to slip into the pleasure of his ministrations, but she couldn't. The way he was looking at her demanded his attention. She inched closer to her release and tried hard not to come, tried her best. As soon as she felt she couldn't hold back any longer, he stopped and pulled his hand away. He picked her up off the table and she thought he would take her to the bedroom then, but he didn't. He placed her on the rug a few feet away.