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“Be specific.”His hoarse murmur in her ear rippled through her entire body like a cresting wave.

“I want you to go down on me and then fuck me until I scream your name.”

“Good girl,” he growled before sealing his mouth to hers.

With a grunt of her name, Clayton collapsed atop of Elle. His orgasm shuddering through both of them.

“That…was…nice.”Elle’s voice was breathless and body limp with sated contentment.

“I do like…” He stopped, gulping needed air. “…when you ask for what you want.”He kissed her before pulling himself out of her and rolling onto his back.

Elle frowned at the loss of fullness.A blend of satisfying connection and instant grief at the end of sex with Clayton consumed her.Her body was deliciously sore and wrung out from but once their physical connection was broken, it craved that fullness to come back.

She wondered if it was normal to be so blissfully contented and longing in the same moment. Clayton’s tender strokes along her spine telegraphed that he felt the same way.After sex, he always held her tight, like a precious gift that he was afraid he’d misplace or lose.At first, she thought it may be his wanting to reassure her after all she had shared with him about the assault, but she noticed how his entire body relaxed with her touch just as hers did with his.

“Is that your kink?”Elle inquired, wrapping her leg over him in almost a claiming gesture. At least for the next few days, he was hers.

“My kink?”he said bemused.

“The thing you are into…you know, sexually?”She waved to their naked bodies as if he needed an image of “sexually.”

“Do you have a kink?”He traced her lips with the tip of his index finger.

She blushed.“I felt like I was into almost getting caught until we actually got caught by Jerome.”

He’d surprised them in Clayton’s office at lunchtime yesterday. Elle had, also uncharacteristically, been straddling averyenthusiastic Clayton’s lap. His shirt unbuttoned and her sweater tossed somewhere.

What was this man doing to her?All the right things.

“You didn’t have to work with him the rest of the day.The not-so-subtle comments he made.”A wincing laugh covered his features.

“Such as?”

“Patting my back each time he saw me at the reception area and saying, ‘Hope it’s not ahardday for you, big guy.’He did this so often that staff started to ask me if I was okay.”

She buried her face in his neck, trying to stifle the guffaw. It didn’t work.

“I’m sorry.”She pulled back with a pitying smile.“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think Jerome has cured me of that kink.”

“We’ll see.” Devilish defiance played in his challenging tone.

“Anyway, back to your kink.Do you like it when I tell you what I want?”

“I do.”He swiped along her jawline. “It’s very sexy.”

“You find it sexy to be told what to do?” she teased.

“Not like that.I’m not into being dominated.” His forehead creased. “I don’t know if it’s a kink, but to have you say what you want is very attractive.”

“Sounds like a kink to me.”

“No, not kink,”he insisted.“It is sexy, though, but it’s more…it’s important.”

Her brows knitted. “Important?”

“Of course.What you want is important to me because I…”he paused, his eyes cast to the ceiling. “Um…because you are important to me, and I want to know what you want.You bite your lip when you’re considering something you want to say.So often what you are thinking stays here.”He tapped her forehead.“As much of a turn on as it is to watch you bite this lip….” He grinned, brushing her bottom lip.“…it’s far sexier to have the words come.You don’t always say what you want, what you’re thinking.”

Elle bit her lower lip in contemplative frustration, then stopped after realizing she was doing exactly what he had just said. Part of her was indignant at his presumption that she wasn’t her own advocate, but she knew he was right. It was just like the afternoon in Boston when he told her he wished she saw herself through his eyes.

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