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“Dirty talk.”

Nathan smiled. “This hardly qualifies, and yes, during a scene I enjoy telling my partner what a bad girl she is. How needy and wet her pussy feels. Asking her if she needs me to make her a good girl by fucking her tight ass.”

Tara closed her eyes and swallowed, her breasts heaving under her robe. She tipped her head back, exposing that pretty neck.

His arms and shoulders ached from holding himself still. He wanted to touch her, but she’d leaned back. Retreated.

Tara’s eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his.

“Please.” One simple word, and yet it rocked the very foundation of his world, because he knew what she was asking for.

What she was asking him to do.

Nathan leaned down and licked her, dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of her throat. Tara gasped, jerking at the warm wet touch, but then tipping her head to the side to give him better access.

The taste of her skin was enough to take the edge off his desperate need, and Nathan pulled back, head dropping onto her knees, his own breathing labored.

Cool fingers slid tentatively through his hair. Nathan dropped his head until it rested on her bent knees. He stayed there only a moment, then sat back.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was rough. “I shouldn’t have touched you, before or just now, without explicit permission.”

“Maybe not, but I like it.” Tara reached for her glass, found it empty, and frowned.

With a small smile, he passed over his own drink and she took a sip, making a face, and taking a second sip.

“You’re right.” She passed it back. “I wouldn’t have guessed that was how you topped.”

He laced his fingers together and nodded, hoping his embarrassment wasn’t evident on his face.

“But I like it.” She took a steadying breath. “I really like it. And learning that you’re going to be handsy?—”

That surprised a laugh out of him.

“—doesn’t change my proposal.”

Afraid to hope, he scanned her face, reading her expression. Her lips were parted, the lower one glossy, either from their kiss or because she’d sucked on it again when he wasn’t watching.

“I want to play the game with you.”

Her dark eyes were both familiar and strange. Familiar because he knew her, strange because he’d never seen that particular look in her eyes.

“I want to submit to you, Nathan.”

Chapter 6

Tara had this wonderful yet sinking feeling that she’d just found something she hadn’t known she was missing.

Nathan the Dom was something she’d let herself fantasize about once upon a time. Nathan the carnal, dirty-talking sex god was unexpected and wonderful.

The fact that she’d just mentally referred to him as a sex god was probably a very good indicator that it had been too long since she’d been well and truly fucked.

Not that she didn’t usually have sex as part of her scenes at Las Palmas. She did.

But often sex was a tool used to reinforce the power exchange, or a final activity that indicated the scene was coming to a close rather than sexual desire being a constant within the scene.

Nathan looked at her, and she thought the expression in his eyes was hope.

Yet the silence dragged on, and she started to feel self-conscious.

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