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I crouched to untie his shoes, and he stepped out of the pants. We were both down to our underwear now—well, just a bra for me since he’d already ripped off my panties—and I’d always thought I’d feel uncomfortable under such scrutiny. Brax’s eyes were hungry, but my skin prickled with desire, not worry.

He fiddled with the clasp of my bra for a moment, then gave up and tore that off too, leaving me in the high-heeled pumps and nothing else. I started to remove one, but he shook his head.

“No, leave them on. I want to feel those heels digging into my ass later.”

“To share the pain?” I asked without thinking.

Meera said her first time felt as if she were being split in half. Since it had taken place in the back seat of a car, she’d also bruised her elbow and cricked her neck. Thanks to my medical training, I understood the pain would depend to a degree on the amount of hymenal tissue I had, but I was under no illusion that it wouldn’t hurt.

Brax tilted my chin so I couldn’t avoid his gaze. “I can’t promise it’ll be painless, but I’ll do my utmost to make it pleasurable. You’re trusting me with something precious, and I’m not going to abuse that trust.”

Of that, I was certain. “There’s nobody I’d rather be doing this with.”

“Good.”

“So, can we just…you know, get it over with?”

“No. No, I think we’ll take our time.”

He wasn’t kidding.

The morning drifted by on a cloud of pleasure. Brax gifted me with three more orgasms, all from his fingers and tongue, and I got my first taste of his impressive dick. I’d been way, way off the mark with my comment the first day we met—the Porsche sure wasn’t a penis extension. I braced for him to ejaculate in my mouth, but instead, he pulled out and shot ropes of cum over my breasts, then massaged it into my skin as I watched. Holy hotness. I lost my vocabulary entirely—all I could moan was his name.

And still we didn’t have sex. No, he left me boneless in his giant bed while he went downstairs to collect lunch, then fed me delicious morsels of gourmet food while we both sat naked among the pillows. He poured champagne into my navel and drank it. He drizzled warm caramel over my stomach and licked it off. He circled ice cubes around my nipples and kissed the goosebumps.

He told me he loved me, but I couldn’t say it back.

Not until tomorrow.

Not until I knew where fate would take me.

Darkness descended, and I fell into a sleepy haze. Only then did he finally, finally roll on a condom.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I can’t lie and say it didn’t hurt at all, but the pain as he stretched me was strangely exquisite. Flames flared in my belly, filling my veins with molten lust. He went slowly, so slowly, and once he’d filled me, he peppered me with kisses on my lips, my shoulders, my breasts, giving me time to adjust.

“This is a first for me too,” he murmured as he began to slide in and out of me in smooth strokes. “The first time a woman’s been mine from the very beginning. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Take whatever you need.”

“I only need you.”

My heart swelled and ached at the same time. As Brax moved faster, I grew a little sore, but I didn’t say a word because every soft kiss, every gentle caress, made the pain fade into the background. And I wanted to give him this. I wanted to give him everything. He came with a long groan and gathered me up in his arms, worshipping me with sweet words interspersed with the occasional mention of filth. This was a day I’d remember forever, for all the right reasons.

I loved Brax Vale with every piece of my heart and soul.

That was my last thought before I fell into an exhausted sleep. I didn’t dream. How could I when my dream was real and wrapped around me?

CHAPTER 29

BRAX

For a moment, Brax thought he’d dreamed the whole thing.

When he woke, the other side of his bed was empty, the apartment silent. But no, the room smelled of sex, and the remains of a lacy bra lay on the floor beside the nightstand. So where was Meera? He rolled out of bed, relishing the glorious ache that only came from a twelve-hour sex session, and checked the bathroom, the dressing room, and the kitchen, but there was no sign of her. Had she, for some unholy reason, thought she should go to work today? Without her underwear?

He called his own extension, but she didn’t pick up. Her cell phone went straight to voicemail, and a hint of worry crept into Brax’s thoughts. Then he found the note.

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