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  The room was nondescript, except for the bed. Damn, the thing was huge. It had to be a California king. There would be lots of room to move and play. He let go of her hand and sat on the bed. She stood in front of him. The dim light from the hallway was not enough.

  “Turn on the light.”

  She did as ordered.

  “Come back over here, Maria.”

  As she walked toward him, he was struck by her looks again. She’d been a somewhat attractive woman before, but that dress had shown what she had been hiding. Full, tight, and definitely womanly. But it went beyond that. He had noted the ivory skin, the way her blue eyes seemed to take up her whole face, and he definitely noted the bee-stung lips. But the hair, that had him itching to run his fingers through it.

  “Still sure?”

  She nodded.

  “Do not speak unless spoken to. The only time you do is if you need to say your safe word. Nothing but answers to my questions. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  Another zing of anticipation swept through him. It was her first time, so he knew he couldn’t ask for a complete submission. He didn’t have any toys with him, and he didn’t have his preferred restraints. He settled back on the bed and tried to calm his racing heart. He had never been this excited by a sub’s agreement. She didn’t like it, not one bit, but she definitely was going to do it.

  “Strip down to your panties and bra.”

  She hesitated. He could understand. It was a big thing to ask of someone new to the game, but he felt the need to gain complete control over her. Something deep-seated in him told him he needed to be the one in charge from the beginning. She wouldn’t respect him otherwise.

  Then she reached up and untied the top of her dress. He expected her to take her time, but she let it fall into a pool at her feet. For a second, he didn’t say anything. He was sure he didn’t show any kind of reaction to her, or he hoped. The wild beast inside him wanted to howl because, damn, the woman was beyond gorgeous.

  She was wearing a push-up bra, red, along with a pair of panties, although they might not be called panties. He was sure there was some kind of requirement in amount of material. This was definitely lacking in that department. He could tell it was a thong, but he didn’t have her turn around. His palms were sweating, his body screaming. He did his best again not to show any reaction. He was in control...he hoped. She had not one mark on her skin, except for a tiny scar on her shoulder. He could tell from the way it looked it was a bullet wound, but he decided to wait until later to ask her about that.

  “Turn around.”

  She did so without hesitation, and his dominant side rejoiced. She was definitely an Alpha female every day of the week at work—she had displayed that when he first met her. But from the small amount he had seen of her in the bedroom, Rome knew she had the makings of an excellent sub.

  “Stop,” he ordered when she had turned completely away from him.

  She did as ordered, giving him a full view of her ass. His tongue stuck to the top of his mouth, and his mind went completely blank. He had always liked a full ass on a woman. Breasts, he liked them just a handful, but an ass, he liked that full and heart-shaped. And damned if Maria didn’t fit that requirement. The thong was perfect for viewing, of course. Dammit. He curled his fingers into the palms of his hands, trying to quell the urge to spank her red right now. He could just imagine how pink her flesh would get. Since she wasn’t looking, he licked his lips. All the woman was doing was standing there in her bra and panties, and she had him slavering like a beast.

  He couldn’t completely resist touching her. From experience, he knew how soft her skin was, but he needed to touch, taste. It was too much to ask him to wait any longer. He walked up behind her and stood so close he knew she could feel his chest against her back. He slipped his hand down her spine, easily unhooking her bra, then continuing to her ass. Damn, it was like touching the softest silk.

  She shivered in reaction, and he felt it to the core of his soul. It wasn’t anything that big, nothing that would mean much to other people. But the small response struck him hard and fast.

  “You’ve been to clubs, yes?”

  She nodded as he cupped one of her ass cheeks. God, he almost lost it then and there. He wanted so much from her, too much. He didn’t understand his response. The attraction, yes. That was easy to appreciate. It was the almost overwhelming need he felt churning in his gut that had him worried. This went beyond simple attraction. It had him itching from the inside out. There was a part of him that worried this was all an experiment with her. Many people went undercover and had to live the life. They couldn’t perform their job any other way. Another person in Maria’s position might go along with submission to get Rome to feel closer, to bond. But something told him that she was doing it for herself.

  He pulled himself out of his musings and back to the woman causing all the problems.

  “Did you participate?”

  He asked the question, not wanting to hear the answer.

  “No.”

  The simple answer made him smile. It had come out just like a perfect little sub should answer her Dom. A possessiveness he didn’t expect slapped him in the face, and he had to fight the urge to claim her. It wacked him upside the head like the club he should be carrying. It was primitive, Neanderthal almost. But he could stem the rising tide to make her understand just who she belonged to. Shit, this wasn’t a long-term relationship. He knew it was more than just the job, knew that for both of them it was. Rome just needed to remind himself that this wasn’t for keeps. He had met her less than forty-eight hours ago. She would be gone as soon as her job was done.

  He bit down on the need to deny her the right to leave him. Fuck, he had to get his mind back into her submission and off any kind of relationship. He didn’t have any claim to her for the long term. But for the short term, he could make her his in a way she would never forget.

  He trailed his fingers over her generous flesh. He never would have guessed her ass was so shapely before seeing it in that dress. Without hesitation, he pulled his hand back and gave her a smack. Her gasp filled the silence in the air. Rome heard the arousal, the surprise, and he couldn’t help doing it again. From his training, he knew just what it did to her, how the vibrations feathered out over the skin and throughout her body. He gave her another slap and smiled. He’d been right. Her skin pinkened so pretty.

  Rome stepped in front of her. He crowded her, but she stood her ground. He could fight the little smile that brought about. He could smell the faint scent of her soap and her desire. It was a heady mixture. She was staring at the floor. Slipping a finger beneath her chin, he raised it to force her to look at him. Her lips were full with that bee-stung look that actresses paid a fortune to achieve. He dipped his head and brushed his mouth over hers. He’d been thinking of doing this—plus a whole lot more—since he’d touched her the night before.

  One kiss was not enough. Rome had known it wouldn’t be. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, and she opened them willingly. She didn’t even hesitate for a second. Once he stole inside, she moaned. Tiny vibrations tingled over his tongue then filtered throughout his body. By the time he pulled back, the simple kiss had left them both breathing heavily.

  Maria returned her gaze to the floor. “Look at me.” He waited until she had before continuing. “You don’t have to show me deference like that. It’s not my thing.”

  He dropped his hand and was happy to see that she held his gaze. He slipped her bra off then placed it on the bureau behind him. He turned back around and sighed. She was just perfect. Small, delicate breasts were tipped with hardened pink nipples. She wasn’t big, but that was his preference.

  He cupped one, brushing his thumb over the tip. She sucked in a deep breath but seemed reluctant to do so.

  “Show your pleasure. I like that.” He bent down and licked her nipple. “But,” he warned, looking up at her, “do not come unless I give you permission. Yo
u will do everything I tell you. You will let me know the pleasure I give you, but you do not allow yourself that pleasure. It’s mine to own and mine to offer.”

  He had meant to keep his voice modulated, but by the end of the orders, he was grinding out each word. He couldn’t seem to keep himself from letting her know he would own her body and soul.

  He took the tip of her nipple in his mouth, grazing his teeth over it, suckling one and then the other. They hardened further. God, she was so fucking responsive. He never would have believed a woman who seemed so in control of her life, so, well, Alpha in her work, would be such a good little sub. But he knew she would be…at least for him. Damn if that didn’t get him harder. He pinched her nipples, enjoying the way she moaned. When he took another tip back into his mouth, sucking hard, her knees buckled a bit.

  He chuckled as he moved away from her. “Why don’t you lay on the bed, Maria? Face up. Oh, and take off those panties and spread your legs.”

  She hesitated for just a second but did as he ordered without another admonition. He knew this was hard, harder than most people would understand. This first time, a sub had no idea what they would gain. For a sub, he knew after their first time with a true Dom, they would know what was coming, how much more their pleasure would be when they gave their trust to someone else. Researching it didn’t count. No matter how much you read about it or watched other people go through it, you never knew how it felt.

  He pulled off his shirt, keeping his back to the bed. He thought if he looked at her now with outstretched legs, he might lose control. He could just imagine that little pink pussy wet with her desire. By the time he turned around, he was as naked as she was. Even with all that extra time to compose himself, he felt his control slipping when he saw her.

  “Put your feet on the bed, bend your legs.”

  When she did, he had to fight back a groan. She was wet, beyond wet, and he hadn’t really touched her. Her pussy lips were glistening with her arousal.

  He set the condom he’d pulled from his wallet on the bedside table and then joined her on the bed, settling beside her hip. She was watching him, her gaze wide with interest and the deep blue of her eyes dark with her arousal. He trailed a finger down her stomach, enjoyed the way it jumped at the contact. When he rested his palm against her sex, he couldn’t fight the groan. She was wet and warm, and he could just imagine how it would feel to slip his cock into her. He brushed his thumb against her clit and saw her legs tense up.

  “I told you not to hide your pleasure.” He pressed against her clit hard, and she moaned then. Long and low. “Better.”

  To reward her for doing as he said, he bent his head between her legs and gave her pussy one long lick. Just that one taste had him craving another, but he took his time. He rose from the bed and walked to the foot of it. He wanted more, wanted to play more, do more, but that wasn’t for tonight. But there would be other nights. That he promised himself. She might not be his to keep forever, but he damned sure was going to indulge himself while she was.

  He crawled between her legs and breathed in the scent of her. Damn. She was exotic, soft ivory skin, dark, dark hair. She was looking down at him, those gorgeous blue eyes framed by dark lashes, and for a moment, he couldn’t think. His brain just shut off.

  Then, in the next instant, the lust that had been twining through his veins exploded. He pulled back the beast that clawed at his gut and dipped his head for another taste of her sweet pussy. He slipped his tongue in again, enjoying the little gasp of excitement that escaped her lips. Running his tongue up to her clit, he slid his finger into her, enjoying the way her muscles clung to it. Her legs moved against his head, her moans growing louder and louder. He added a second finger as he took her clit between his teeth. She quivered, her body bowing, but he pulled back before she could come. Her aggravated groan made him smile. He looked up at her. She was a joy to behold. She might not have said a word, but her eyes were spitting blue fire.

  “I didn’t give you permission to come yet,” he said, then lightly tapped her pussy. She shuddered and bit her lip.

  He kissed each of her thighs, licking the soft flesh, enjoying the taste of her. Slowly, he worked his way up her body, dipping his tongue into her belly button, then sliding up to her breasts. She was a delight of curves and fragrant skin. He lay on top of her, enjoying the way she fit perfectly beneath him. The heat of her sex warmed his cock, causing it to twitch. He wanted to take more time, demand a complete submission, but that wasn’t in the cards tonight. Even an experienced sub would refuse that. It didn’t keep him from wanting it from her, yearning for it on a level that left him feeling vulnerable. He pushed the thought aside as he rose to his hands and looked down at her. The breath he’d been drawing in clogged his throat as he felt everything in the world fade away but her. She was looking at him with a strange mixture of arousal and wariness. He gave her another kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips and allowing her to taste herself. She needed to know just how delectable she was to him. How good she tasted. He pulled back, ready to take her, but remembered he needed a condom. Rome pulled himself up and grabbed the condom he’d set on the table. He ripped it open and had it on in record time.

  He moved back between her legs. When he looked down at her, he had to count backwards from ten again. How did he end up so lucky? The woman was exactly his type. All that dark hair spread out over the ivory sheets, her lips even more swollen from his kissing, and her eyes heavy with lust. Rome gave her a slow, easy kiss that had his heart thudding hard and his need for her out of control. He rose up to his knees, pulled her hips up and then entered her in one hard thrust.

  Fucking hell. It was the only thing that came to mind. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but it was what it was. Her muscles clung to him as he pulled himself back out and thrust back in.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he ordered, and she immediately complied. His orgasm approached, but he wanted to give her hers first. “Maria. Come for me, beautiful.”

  She thrashed her head back and forth.

  He reached down between them, teased her clit. “Come for me, do it now, Maria.”

  In that next instant, she convulsed, bowing up to meet his thrusts as she screamed his name. Her orgasm pulled him further into her warmth, dragging his orgasm from him. One last thrust and he lost it, allowing his orgasm to take over.

  He collapsed on top of her. He felt her lips brush over his shoulder. Pulling back, he looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile curved her lips.

  “I believe that you and I were both wrong, Maria. You are a submissive.”

  She chuckled. “I guess we were wrong.” She opened her eyes. The lazy satiated look made him smile. “And thank the good lord for that.”

  Chapter Seven

  Maria stretched then snuggled down into the comfort of her bed. Lord, she was tired. Her muscles felt like she’d been through a fight of some sort. And, for once, she wasn’t ready to get out of bed and get to work. She just wanted to lay around and be lazy.

  “Do you always sleep this late?”

  She slowly opened her eyes and found Rome lounging by the door. He was dressed in his pants, which were zipped but not buttoned. And, damn, he looked as sexy as he had the night before. Which she was sure she did not.

  “Maria?”

  “Huh?”

  Damn, the man had a chest on him. He definitely worked out, although some of it was just in the genes. He had a spattering of hair across his pecs, and she liked that. Then, there was a thin line of dark hair all the way down to his belly button. She worked out with FBI agents who couldn’t hold a candle to the abs on Rome. Hell, she could probably bounce a quarter off the smooth, defined surface.

  “Maria, look at me.”

  “I am.”

  He sighed. “You keep looking at me like that and you won’t ever make it out of this bedroom today.”

  Her gaze dropped to his crotch, and she felt heat fill her face. It wasn’t hard to
see his arousal. She cleared her throat and raised her gaze to his. Instead of being mad, he had a self-depreciating smile curving his lips

  “You’re right,” she said.

  “You have nothing to eat here for breakfast.”

  She glanced up at him. “If you let me get ready, we can go out. I didn’t have time to shop for food.”

  “Okay.”

  But he kept standing there. She was proud of her body, but good lord, it was the morning after. He wasn’t supposed to just stand there and watch. He was supposed to leave her alone for a few minutes. Didn’t the man understand that? Apparently not because he kept standing there waiting for her.

  “You can go to the living room.”

  His lips curved. “I know. Like the scenery here better.”

  She huffed out a sigh. “Carino, I’m asking for some privacy.”

  “And I’m denying it. Besides, I don’t like being called Carino. I like it when you call me Rome.”

  “Then quit acting like a jackass.”

  He chuckled and pushed away from the doorjamb. “Come on, Maria, there’s no reason to be so shy. Not with that body.”

  She pulled the sheet up higher. “I just need time.” To figure out what the hell happened last night, for one thing. Then she needed to formulate a plan to deal with it.

  “Thinking is overrated.” His voice was deepening, and she could tell that he was flirting with her. But she was never good at this. She was never good at any of it. She never knew what men expected the morning after. Not that there had been that many morning afters.

  Before she could assimilate what she needed to do, he was beside the bed and tugging at the sheet. He pulled her gently from the bed and led her to the small bathroom. Before she could shut the door, he gave her a soft, easy kiss.

  “Morning, Maria.”

  Just hearing her name on his lips sent heat coursing through her veins. What the hell was she doing with a man who could do this to her with a small kiss? She couldn’t compete with that, couldn’t even fathom being able to interest him longer than a night. But apparently he was.