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“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” I tell him, but there’s no stopping us.

He leans forward and kisses me, and all other protests evaporate as I fall into his arms, not caring if the rest of the world tries to stop us... because I don’t think anyone can anymore.

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Chapter Forty

Jewel

Fire and ice. I’mmolten as Blake pulls me into his arms. The air weighs down on my lungs, and my entire body undulates with desire. His power, my loss of control, the pure lust shining from his eyes fills me with so much heat I’m going to burn alive. I’m his, no reservation left.

“This is why we can’t part, Jewel. You’re as powerless as I am to resist what’s happening between us,” he says before sinking his teeth into my shoulder, making me cry out in painful pleasure. I need more. I slide my hand down and cup him, desperate to feel the raw power residing between his legs.

My clothes fall away, scattering in all directions, and before I can blink, I’m standing before him in only the thin lace of my panties. He draws back and gazes at me in reverence, making me glow hotter.

“You’re so unbelievably gorgeous,” he whispers.

I want to repeat these words to him as he unbuttons his shirt and lets it slide down, revealing his sculpted chest. Then he undoes his belt and the top button on his pants, and my mouth waters in anticipation of seeing him in all of his naked magnificence. But he stops, and I’m sorely tempted to scream.

“Lie on the bed,” he huskily whispers. “Leave your panties on, but spread your legs for me.”

“No.” His eyebrows raise at my refusal.

“You finish undressing first, Blake.” He smiles at me, a predator’s gleam in his eyes. He loves our battle of wills. The shocking thing is, I’m loving it too, even in the heat of the moment. He’s always the one in charge, and I think the tables should turn.

“Maybe I wantyouto do whatIsay,” I tell him. My sudden boldness stuns me. I’ve always been a good girl — okay, until I went to this man’s office, stripped, and offered myself to him on a silver platter. I’m changing the longer I battle with Blake.

His eyes twinkle. “I love it when you fight me, Jewel,” he says. He moves toward me with lightning speed, spins me around, and traps my hands behind my back. Pulses of heat shoot through my core as pure, unadulterated lust consumes me. He holds me with one hand as I hear the whoosh of his belt slipping through the loops of his slacks... and then the leather wraps around my wrists.

“What are you doing, Blake?”

“Whatever I want,” he whispers against my ear. He pushes me forward, making my knees hit the bed. Within seconds he lifts me, leaving my derrière high in the air, my face on the bed, my hands secured tightly behind my back.

He caresses my backside, then slips a finger inside the edge of my panties and feels my undeniable wetness. No question that I’m turned on.

“You can try to run, Jewel, but we’re meant to be together. Your body tells me how much you enjoy this, exactly how much you want me... just as much as I want you.”

His fingers slide across my curves before he lifts his palm and then comes down. I let out a shocked cry when he makes contact with the tender flesh of my backside. The blow isn’t hard enough to hurt me; it’s just enough to warm my skin, and send a ripple of pleasure through my core.

“I don’t think I’m going to give you your next orgasm until you beg,” Blake says with hunger in his voice. He leans over and his teeth and tongue run along my buttock.

I’m melting, but I don’t easily give him victories. “I don’t beg,” I say, my words bellied by the panting in my voice.

“Oh, youwillbeg, Jewel. I guarantee it.”

Before he says anything more, a pounding fist slams on the door, instantly sending a cold chill through my body.

“Who’s in there?” someone yells. “Why is this door locked?” The knocking grows in volume.

“Go away,” Blake shouts, his powerful voice enough to scare most people into doing exactly what he wants.

I gulp. “I watched you use a card to get on this dock, Blake. Isn’t this your boat?”

The man on the other side of the door calls out again. “I most certainly will not go away. This is private property —myboss’s property — and you’re trespassing. I’m calling the cops.”

“You don’t have permission to be here?” I ask. I’m squirming to get away, but Blake has his hand tightly on my hip.

“It belongs to a business associate of mine who’s in the process of selling it. It will be mine in one minute,” Blake says, and he releases me, though all I can do is roll onto my side. The belt around my hands doesn’t allow me to cover myself.

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