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Nova

Icouldn't believe this was happening. Or more correctly that I was not only letting it happen, but I wanted nothing more than for this filthy-hot man to use me any way he wished. I was such a goner.

"Lift up your skirt and show me."

His words were practically growled at me and they did nothing to assuage the near raging need building inside of me.

I might have been eager to comply, but that didn't mean I didn't want to play. I grabbed at the hem of my garment and lifted the fabric up one inch at a time in perfect harmony with each deep breath I struggled to take.

"You look beautiful like this. Your submissive nature is as breathtaking as your intelligence. I am quite impressed."

I didn't know what to do with his praise. No one had ever used that tactic with me. I wanted more, so I could bask in the glory of it.

I might have said as much, if not for the sudden, searing touch of his palm on my inner thigh.

My breath hitched, and the oxygen in my lungs disappeared. I couldn't think.

"Concentrate on what you feel, beautiful. Don't try to make any logical connections. Rely on your senses. The heat where I touch you. The look in my eyes as I take the submission you have so generously offered. The trust in your heart that I will protect you." He bent forward pressing his open mouth to my jaw. "The heady scent of your seductively sweet perfume as it blends with my cologne's musk. It's the same scent we leave behind in your bed, isn't it?"

"Yes!" I gasped.

My head was about to explode as he trailed kisses along every inch of my neck and the tops of my breasts. I arched back in an eager plea for so much more.

"Fuck. I love when you get greedy. It makes me want to watch you beg."

I whimpered. All the reasons I'd listed out for myself over why this had to end immediately were dissipating faster than I could stop them. This seemingly simple relationship had begun on shaky ground, and now it was so wrapped up in my deceit I had no idea how it could possibly unravel without bad things happening.

And yet, the impossible words were about to fall from my lips. "Yes, please. Don't stop."

He lifted his head to stare down at me, and the heated look he leveled at me robbed me of my remaining resistance. Each one of the myriads of colors that made up his hazel eyes looked like they were on fire. I stared into those depths, unable to look away. It mesmerized me.

“Behave and I won't," he uttered, his words harsh, but the tone more guttural than anything else. I loved it when things between us got like this. Sex was always intense between us, but this was more than something that basic and simple. That exchange of power seemed to do something to both our brains. Maybe one day we would discuss the mechanics behind it, but as he bent down to kiss my bared flesh, I knew there would be little talk today.

He slipped two fingers into the bodice of my dress and pulled me tight against him. The first thing I noticed was the hot, hard length of him against my belly. It prodded at me like a hot poker of desire that made my head swim. He was a big man and that statement applied to everything about him. Seriously, the man had equipment so perfect it should be outlawed.

The second thing that hit me was his scent. I inhaled deeply, taking every bit of it in that I could. I'd yet to pinpoint the type of cologne he wore, but I swore it was like nothing I'd ever smelled before. It was as fucking divine as the man himself and I couldn't get enough of it. I may not want to admit that I was lost to my desire for him, but the walls I'd been trying to build were crumbling fast.

However, I could never tell him the truth. For him to know the real me would change everything. Besides it being too dangerous, no one would look at me the same. Not even him.

The criminal world my family belonged to wasn’t just ruthless, it was ugly and bloody. I could well imagine the disdain he would turn on me the instant he learned the truth.

He pulled back again, and the look he gave me grew even hotter and more intense, if that were possible."You're distracted. What's going on?"

I should have told him about the work going on just beyond the wall where we stood. That might have been enough to end his attempt to disarm me instantly. Unfortunately, my brain had already disengaged from work and zeroed in on the man. He seemed to have that effect on me.

"Nova." My name from his lips in that harsh tone of his should not have been enough to focus me. But dammit, the way he delivered it, with a warning tone, all dark and delicious... If my panties weren't already gone, they would certainly be wet now.

I craved him. His scent, his touch, his every demand, my name from his mouth.It all worked together to make him impossible for me to resist.

"I'm listening," I said on a whispered gasp because he'd found one of my nipples and tweaked it hard.

As if not convinced, his other hand clasped me around my neck with a light squeeze as he leaned in closer. "I don't think you are. But you will."

His mouth hovered so close to mine I felt his warm breath against my skin. The sensation overload sent a ripple of shudders through me, reminding me of the vulnerability of my predicament with him. The raw honesty of how much I wanted him like this pressed down on me like a weighted stone. But it also reminded me that if I didn't end this now I never would.

"We can't do this." The horrible scrape of those words against my mind as I uttered them ripped at my already frazzled nerves. I had barely begun, and already, the pain of losing him threatened to pull me under a riptide of emotions that might never let me surface again. How had this happened?

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