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But the clutch of her legs around me told another tale, as did the firm clamp of her sex around my hardening length.

“It’s going to get a lot sorer before I’m done with you.”

She nodded almost frantically, her eyes big and bright as they peered up at me. Her lips were swollen, her pink lipstick a smear down the side of her chin.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I said. “But that’s not going to save you from me tonight.”

As I lunged inside her to Geneva’s pained gasp, she kissed my chin, her eyes flashing. “Thank God.”

CHAPTER 28

Geneva

I woke up lying on my side, naked, with a huge hand clamped over my mouth. His dark eyes gazed down at me, unreadable as always, the hint of a smile playing at his cruel lips. “Relax. We’re going home.”

He took his hand away, only to run fingertips down my chest, diving into my cleavage. He squeezed my breast firmly. “Up.”

“I don’t even know where I put my keys…” I rolled over onto my back, wiping the sleep from my eyes, my slumber on the floor of his office leaving my body feeling like I’d gone ten rounds with a prize fighter.

“Your car isn’t here, remember? Besides, you don’t need it.”

What?

“How the hell am I supposed to get home?”

He smiled, palming my other breast. I arched into his hand, unable to help myself. His touch just felt so good. “You’re not.”

Confused, I propped myself up on an elbow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re not going to your apartment. You’re coming with me.”

“Rick, I don’t think?—”

He squeezed my breast again. “I don’t keep you around to think. I keep you around to do what you’re told. Now, get dressed. We’re going home.”

“You… you’re taking me to your house? Why?”

“Do I need a reason?”

I tried to ignore the fact his gaze was fixed upon my naked breasts as he spoke to me. “No… I mean… I guess not.”

“That’s correct. I told you to. Reason enough for you.”

He rolled over and rose to his feet. He was wearing a dark t-shirt, form-fitting, that nicely displayed the mile-wide shoulders I could never stop drooling over. “You remember what I told you, Genie. The only thing you have to worry about is obeying me.”

I swallowed hard, snatching up my bra from where it lay on the floor a couple of feet away. I put it on, unable to look at him, knowing he was drinking in the sight.

“Don’t you think we should, I don’t know, talk about things?”

“What’s there to talk about? I fucked your cunt. Then I did it again. Now, you’re coming with me to my home.”

I put my hand over my face for a moment, suddenly mortified at hearing such a matter-of-fact account of what had just happened. It seemed a little too… transactional. “Rick, we need to talk.”

He winked at me, handing me my skirt and shoes. “Plenty of time for that. Later.”

“But…” I paused, struggling to find the words. It was an important moment—and not just because the man was about to take me to his house for the first time. We’d passed some unmentioned, invisible, indefinable turning point—and I wanted to sort it out.

Because I feared it could easily end in heartache.

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