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  He suckled her clit in a gentle, rippling pulse and she arched against him.

  “Yes.” She gasped as he sucked harder, then licked.

  Pleasure built in her core, and with each stroke of his tongue, it spread. Further. Deeper. More intense. Until it filled her entire being.

  Bliss vibrated through her and she clutched his shoulders. “Oh, Mr. Danner.”

  His gaze caught hers, an erotic sight with his mouth covering her most intimate flesh, and she was sure he was going to tell her to stop. To deny her release until later.

  But it was too late. The intense flood of pleasure carried her along whether willing or not.

  And oh, God, she was so willing.

  He flicked her clit with his tongue and the flood gates burst.

  “Yes! Oh, God, you’re…”—she gasped, arching against his mouth—“…making me come.”

  Then a long, reedy wail escaped her lips as she rode the intense wave to an earth-shattering orgasm.

  He leaned in toward her and nuzzled her ear, then murmured. “Unbutton my shirt.”

  She sat up and reached for his shirt, her hands trembling from the echoing waves of her orgasm. She stroked her hand over his warm, muscular chest and found the top button, and released it. Then the next. And so on down the placket.

  Once she was done, she parted the fabric. Her gaze lifted from his sculpted chest to his eyes. Heat flickered in those deep blue depths.

  “May I touch you, Mr. Danner?”

  “Yes.” His silky voice came out low and filled with desire.

  First, she stroked back an errant wave from his forehead, then glided her hand down his cheek and over his neck. She rested her hand on his chest, feeling the staccato beat of his heart beneath her palm.

  She drew open the shirt, pushing it back onto his shoulders and gazed at his nakedness.

  God, the man was all sculpted muscle and rock-hard flesh. Especially his fully erect cock that twitched under her scrutiny. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked gently.

  She licked her lips. “Would you like me to—”

  But he captured her mouth, cutting off her words. His tongue swept inside and stroked hers. Then his arms curled around her as he deepened the kiss, drawing her close to his body.

  He possessed her mouth. Exploring. Stroking. Mastering.

  When he released her, she stared at him in a daze.

  His hand glided over her stomach as he stared at her naked breasts. Her already hard nipples peaked even higher, longing for his touch. He cupped her breast and stroked the aching nub lightly with his fingertips, sending need quivering through her. She arched toward him and he covered her with his hot, moist mouth.

  She groaned at the exquisite sensation.

  He stroked with his tongue, then suckled gently. As need pulsed through her, he slipped away, then covered her other nub, treating it to the same sensual onslaught.

  Her fingers glided through his glossy, thick waves of hair.

  Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her forward.

  “Turn around and kneel in front of me.”

  She slid to the floor and turned, then he pressed her forward until her torso rested on the couch seat. His body pressed close to hers, his pelvis against her ass and his thick, hard cock resting against her slick flesh.

  Oh, God, he was going to slide inside her and fuck her right here against the couch.

  But although his body rocked ever so slightly, his hard member gliding over her sensitive folds in an erotic pulsing motion, he didn’t push inside her. Instead, his fingertips played along her back, sending tingles across her flesh.

  Then she felt one of the straps of the harness release. A moment later, so did another. Soon he unfastened the collar around her neck and the harness slipped away.

  His hands cupped her breasts and he stroked gently. She arched against his palms, loving his big strong hands covering her. Wanting more of his erotic touch.

  “I want you,” he murmured, his lips against her ear.

  Shivers danced along her neck and down her spine.

  “I want to feel your body around me. To be immersed in your velvety depths.”

  Then he scooped her up and carried her to the bed. The fine cotton of the black sheets was silky-smooth against her skin. She held up her hands, assuming he would bind her to the headboard, but he knelt over her, pinning her between his thick thighs, and grabbed her wrists, then brought one hand to his mouth. His lips played over her palm, sending quivers through her.

  “I’m not going to bind you.” He kissed her other palm. “And I’m not going to fuck you.”

  “You aren’t?” Oh, God, she wanted to feel his big cock inside her. Was he going to deny her that?

  “No. He leaned down and nuzzled her jaw with a whisper of a kiss. “I’m going to make love to you.”

  The desire in his eyes mesmerized her. His hand rested just below her breast, then glided down her stomach, singeing her senses.

  Then he stroked over her intimate flesh.

  “Oh, yes.” She arched against his palm. “Please, Mr. Danner. I want you inside me.”

  He cupped her mound, his fingertips teasing her opening. His intense gaze locked on her.

  “Call me Race.” His voice, throaty and deep, melted through her.

  “Race, I want you inside me,” she murmured.

  A smile spread across his face, setting his handsome face aglow.

  Then she felt it. His cockhead brush against her slit. Hard and insistent. His gaze had locked onto hers and she couldn’t drag it away even if she’d wanted to.

  He watched her as he slowly pushed into her. Oh, so slowly.

  His thick cockhead stretched her and she wanted to cry out at the exquisite sensation, but her full focus was on his eyes. Deep. Blue. Intense.

  And filled with need.

  For her.

  His plum-sized head was inside her now and he glided deeper still. The sound of her breathing, deep and erratic, filled her ears. His blue eyes held her focus, even as pleasure quivered through her.

  “Do you like me inside you, Jacquie?”

  “Yes, Race. I want you deep inside me. I want you to fill me completely.”

  His long cock continued to slide forward, filling her just as she wanted.

  When he was all the way in, their bodies joined together as one, she watched the fire in his eyes, and she nearly wept at the depth of desire she saw there.

  “Oh, Race, I need you.”

  “That’s good.” He kissed her lips. “And do you trust me?”

  Trust? She bit her lip and realized… she did.

  “Yes, Race. I trust you.”

  He smiled, then kissed her again.

  “Good.”

  He drew back. She squeezed him with internal muscles, the friction lighting a fire within her. Then he glided deep.

  She trembled as he drew back. Oh, God, could she really be this close again already?

  He pushed deep again, faster this time.

  He glided in and out, then sped up, driving deeper and harder. She clung to his shoulders, still staring into his eyes, riding this journey right along with him. His thrusts came faster and harder. The pleasure simmering through her leveled up to a rolling boil.

  “Oh, Race, I’m so close.”

  He smiled. “Come for me, baby. I want to see your face as I make you orgasm.”

  He thrust deep and she felt the pleasure rise. She moaned, then he thrust deep again. And again.

  She gasped, then felt her insides burst with hot, radiant waves of intense bliss.

  As she moaned her release, caught up in the rising ecstasy, she felt his lips play across her jaw as he continued to pump into her.

  “You are so beautiful,” he murmured as she continued to wail in the throes of a cataclysmic, mind-numbing orgasm.

  Then he jerked forward and groaned. The feel of his hot seed erupting inside her drove her higher and she cried out in blissful abandon.


  When they finally collapsed on the bed, she wrapped her arms around him, knowing she never wanted to let go.

  He held her tight and rolled to his side, keeping her close to his body. She fell asleep, feeling warm and safe in the confines of his big, strong arms.

  * * *

  Jacquie awoke still in Race’s arms, her head resting against his chest. She could hear the beating of his heart. Slow and steady.

  Last night had been incredible. The lovemaking had been more than she could ever have dreamed of. She loved being dominated by him. And when his manner had turned tender and loving, which had been totally unexpected, her heart had melted.

  Who was this man?

  She had thought him a player, who simply toyed with women. But last night… it had been so much more than casual sex.

  She bit her lip as she listened to his heart.

  Or was she just kidding herself? Seeing what she wanted to see?

  “Good morning, sweetheart.” His hoarse, sleep-roughened voice melted through her.

  “Good morning.”

  His arms tightened around her, and she felt cherished.

  Last night, he had promised to grant whatever it was she had come to ask for. But he didn’t know. It would cost his company a lot of money. And embarrassment. And it could send a wrong message to others, letting her brother-in-law get away with his carelessness. Maybe he hadn’t stolen the money, but he had been irresponsible.

  He kissed her forehead. “What’s wrong?”

  She smiled at him. “Why do you think anything’s wrong?”

  “Well, I can feel the tension in you.” His gazed locked on hers. “And remember, I’m very good at reading people. Tell me.”

  She pursed her lips. She didn’t want to ruin this time together. Because she was sure when she finally told him what she wanted, whether he did it or not, he would resent her for putting him in this position and would end it with her.

  And she didn’t want it to end a minute sooner than it had to.

  “Why don’t we wait until after breakfast to discuss it?” she suggested.

  He chuckled. “First you’re mad because our talk gets put off, now you’re the one deferring it.”

  She gazed at him, stroking his cheek. “I’m sorry. I should have known you would keep your word.”

  “Yes, you should have.” He kissed her gently. “That’s why I punished you last night.”

  She grinned. “I enjoyed that. I didn’t know I would but the flogging, and the spanking. They were so sexy.”

  “Yes, I could tell you liked it. But that’s not what I mean.”

  “What then?”

  “Taking control like I did. Pretending I was mad.”

  “You weren’t really mad?”

  “Mad, no. A little hurt…”

  Her eyes widened. “I hurt you?” Her heart ached at the thought. She rested her hand on his raspy cheek. She never thought she would have the power to hurt him.

  He took her hand and drew it to his lips, then kissed her palm. “You are very special. I knew that the first moment I saw you. I might have played games with you, but not because I didn’t value you. I like challenges, and you are one I embrace.”

  She stroked his cheek. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “As I said, the trip took longer than I expected, but as soon as I knew I would be back, I sent you flowers, and an invitation to join me at the poker game.”

  “Flowers?”

  “Yes. Pink orchids. I know you like those.”

  Orchids. She remembered the delivery man walking through her apartment lobby with orchids. Those were for her. From Race.

  Her eyes widened. “How did you know the flowers I like?”

  He smiled. “I make a point of knowing everything I can about the people who are important to me.”

  She smiled, but her heart grew heavy.

  He tipped her onto her back and pushed her wrists over her head.

  “So talk. What’s bothering you?”

  She pushed against his restraint. Not to escape, but to more fully feel the vulnerability of her position. Knowing she was totally safe under his control.

  “Last night, you told me that you would grant my request, no matter what it is.”

  “That’s right.”

  As she gazed at him, her lip trembling, the light faded from his blue eyes.

  “You don’t believe it.” He released her wrists and she felt… abandoned.

  “No, that’s not it. I do believe it. And I don’t want you to.” As much as she worried about her sister, she couldn’t let him do this out of obligation.

  His eyes narrowed. “Why?”

  She locked gazes with him, her eyes wide. “Because I don’t want you to do something that’s wrong for you because of me.” She stroked his cheek. “I don’t know if what you and I have between us is enough for you to want to keep seeing me… but I’m afraid if you’re forced into doing this, that you’ll want to end it between us. And I want this to last as long as you’ll let it.”

  Her stomach tightened at his unreadable expression.

  “I’m afraid it’s too late.”

  “Too late? You mean, you’re ending it now?”

  He shook his head. “No, sweet thing. I mean that I’ve already dropped the charges against your brother-in-law.”

  “What, but—how did you know?”

  “I told you, I learn as much as I can about people who are important to me, so I found out about our legal action against him while I was on my trip. I knew that was probably why you had come to me, but even if it wasn’t, I didn’t want that, or anything else, to come between us”

  “But the money you’ll lose—”

  “Isn’t important. I have lots of money.”

  “And what about what the media says?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t care about any of that.” He stroked her shoulders. “I only care about you.”

  A flood of emotions swirled through her. This man… this incredible, sexy, giving man… cared about her. Wanted her.

  “I… can’t believe I’m so lucky. You are so… so…”

  “Sexy?” he asked, eyebrows raised. “Handsome?” He grinned. “An incredible lover?”

  She giggled. “Yes. Yes. And yes. But I mean generous. And…” Her eyes swelled with tears, but she blinked them back. “Very special.”

  His lips found hers and he kissed her with an intensity that filled her with complete certainty that this relationship would continue. And maybe even lead to love. Because she knew she was more than halfway there already.

  When their lips parted, he smiled.

  “Now that that’s settled…”

  He stroked her shoulder, then downward until his fingertips glided over her nipple. It hardened immediately. He cupped her breast and she reveled in being enveloped by his big, warm hand.

  “I bet I can make you orgasm several times before breakfast.”

  She laughed. “I’ll take that bet.”

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  Excerpts

  If you would like to read more Opal Carew stories, here are some recommendations. For more hot BDSM stories, try MASTERED BY THE BOSS or HIS TO POSSESS.

  If you enjoy short, quick reads, Opal recommends her OFFICE SLAVE series, currently consisting of THE OFFICE SLAVE, THE BOSS, and ON HER KNEES. (The first two stories
are available at a significant discount in THE OFFICE SLAVE SERIES, BOOK 1 & 2 BOXED SET.

  If you like rough and ready tattooed bikers who love to share their women, you will probably really enjoy her READY TO RIDE biker erotic romance series, which consists of HOT RIDE (novella), WILD RIDE (novella), RIDING STEELE (novel) and HARD RIDE (novel). These can each be read independently, but Opal recommends the above order.

  Here are short excerpts from THE OFFICE SLAVE and HOT RIDE...

  The Office Slave

  by Opal Carew

  Her ultimate sexual fantasy brought to life…

  Sylvia loves to read erotica, and after her latest read, she's developed a sizzling fantasy about being forced to submit to the sexual whims of four incredibly hot business partners. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she'd have the opportunity to live out her fantasy... until her friend decides to make it happen. Now she's about to become an office slave… to four hunky men she's never even met. But faced with the reality, can she actually go through with it??

  Excerpt

  Sylvia walked to the entrance and opened the glass door, then crossed the lobby, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. She glanced at the directory near the elevators, then walked down the hall to the end and stopped at Suite 105. A sign said to ring the bell, which she did. Becca had told her that these four men ran a software business, programming games. This office was where they developed the games. Also, Becca had told her the guys were extremely good-looking. All but one of the men used to work with Cal as strippers before they graduated from college and started this business, so she didn't doubt it.

  The door opened and she gazed up at a totally hot hunk wearing a suit, his long, black hair tied back. He had startling blue eyes that twinkled when he smiled at her.

  "Are you Sylvia?"

  She nodded.

  He pulled the door open. "Please come in."

  She stepped into the office. There was a large table in the center of an open space with a big window overlooking the city below and several doors to offices along the wall behind it. There was a hallway off to the side. The space had a lot of character, with red brick walls and a curved arch around the window.

  "I'm Mike Bairn. Come on into my office."

  She followed him across the central area to the leftmost office. One man was working in the far right office, but he didn't glance up.