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“You’re trying to fight this so hard, but you’refinished fighting. So am I. I don’t have time for men who play games.” I double-snapped, taking him completely back under my control. My twisted damsel returned and with it…victory. “All you’re doing is attacking me,Adrian Thomas Bulvere. Do you know what sort of men do that?” I moved my face within inches of his. Just saying his name in my sad, soft tone had his lids growing heavier. “Men with no real motive for commitment. Those are the ones who emotionally hurt people. Assholes who show their true colors when their trust issues are triggered. I thought you were different.” My gaze went from one eye to the other, dropping to his lips before I projected innocence through my stare. The action had his eyes rolling as he tried to keep contact. “I see I was wrong about you,Master. I should go.”

“Whoa. …Whoa. Wait a minute.” Delayed, he grabbed my shoulder. The moment he touched, I scooted the smallest amount to the edge of the sofa, allowing him to adjust. “We’re just talking. I’m asking you questions. I…just want honesty.”

“Is that what you want? Is thatallyou want?”

He was blinking again, trying to process not just my questions but the verbal and physical hooks I kept implanting. He was deep under before. Not good enough. I wanted him mine more than anyone had ever been. I wanted to melt his mind of everything but needing me.

“No. I want more than that. I want this to work.I want us.” His words were slow. “…But I can’t have you messing with me.”

“Let this sink in. I was holding to your arm in front of everyone minutes ago. Holding,Adrian. Do you know what that symbolizes? Can you imagine what they must think? But you think I’m messing with you.My son?—”

A finger rose to my lips, the motion faster. My spell was setting in and being accepted.

“I was out of line. I…see that. I verbally attacked you, and I should have just asked when I first heard.”

I moved back from his touch, clicking my tongue as I shook my head. His body tensed from the hook, only to soften and lean more towards me. “Yes, you should have. I should go.”

“Don’t go.Forget what I said.” He scooted me down the leather, gripping just above my knees as the top half of his body hovered nearly on top of me. “Stay with me.”

“Stay?” Lifting my hand, I placed it on his chest, keeping contact with his stare. His lids were so heavy, and I knew I had him more than ever. Maybe too much with how many cues I’d instilled, but it didn’t stop me from patting directly over his heart.

“You really want me to stay? Even thinking I’m such a horrible person? I could have you under my spell right now. Doesn’t that scare you?”

Silence. He scanned my eyes, going back and forth.

“I want you to stay. …I’m not scared. I’m fine. I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” More, I patted. “I’d hate to have to have this argument again. I just don’t think I can bear it with everything going on. If you don’t trust me and want us to be over with, now is the time to tell me.”

“Melissa.”

My lips parted, waiting. Waiting. When Adrian met them with his, I almost couldn’t withhold my smile. His tongue pushed into mine, and I dug my fingers into the hard muscle of his pec. Could I hold his heart in my hand if I just kept squeezing? If I tore my way inside?

“I want you…to stay.”

“I think you had it right the first time.You want me.”

“Fuck, I do. I fucking want you more than anything.”

“Show me.”

My head reared back, avoiding Adrian as he swept in for a kiss.

“Your cock,” I said, huskily. “Show me proof of your ‘want’.”

There was a slight hesitation before Adrian nodded. He stood, shrugging out of his suit’s jacket and letting it fall to the floor. When he began unfastening his belt, I could feel myself scooting to the edge of the sofa.

“You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of this. How much I think of it. Melissa—God, I want you.”

Metal clinked, and he tugged at the button, unzipping the slacks. My stare went up meeting his, and he moaned, reaching in and withdrawing his hard length. I didn’t look at what was just outside of my lips. I stuck out my tongue, watching hispained, pleasure-filled expression as he traced the head of his tip over the wetness.

“Fuck. Ohfuck.”

Precum was slick, coating along the surface. I swallowed, reaching to hold one of his thighs as I took his thick cock in my grasp. Still, I didn’t break eye contact. My lips parted and I swirled my tongue around the head. Adrian pushed his fingers through my hair, not leading me forward, but holding on as I began taking him into my mouth.

“You’re all I ever think about. You’ve become my life. My every thought.”

Adding suction, I sucked him in deeper. The sensation, the taste, the act, sent a calming through me like a drug. My heart rate decreased. My breathing slowed. Even the tension left my body as I lost myself in the movements of bringing his cock to the back of my throat. Time passed and plans magically eased into place. I was so trapped within, I barely heard the soft knock at the door. It was Adrian’s threatening tone that tore me from the blissful nothingness back to reality.

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