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  “I want you to go into the bathroom and take a long, hot bath. Relax and enjoy it. Let the water loosen you up. Then I want you to dry off and put these on and get on my bed.”

  O.M.G.

  Now I really am nervous because it’s one thing to fantasize about a guy and rub one out imagining his hands and mouth all over my body, but it’s quite another to have him ordering me around, his instructions clear. He wants me to ready my body and then surrender myself to him.

  By lying on the bed in nothing more than transparent lace, I’m giving him permission to do anything he wants to me, and he’s warned me that the list is long and so dirty I won’t ever be clean again.

  Thoughts of getting dirty under this man make me go all liquid and hot till I realize what he'd said.

  “I, uh, bathed before—”

  “In that man’s home—in his shower or tub. I want it all gone when I finally touch you, Rem. And I can also see how nervous you are, so I’m hoping a bath might relax you.”

  Phew. Okay. So he isn’t a germ freak, or thinking I smell bad, or God forbid, telling me that I need to clean certain areas.

  Okay, okay, so I’m one of those chicks who’s paranoid about her junk. Give me a break. The one and only time Brian went down on me, he didn’t even finish and acted like it was a distasteful experience. My confidence is still a little shot about it.

  He turns around when I just nod and I gasp at the sight of his muscular back, the broad expanse covered in bright colors and dark slashes of black that make up an intricate tattoo that I can’t quite make out in the muted candlelight.

  “Wow. Can I see your tattoo?”

  He turns with a jerk and seems frozen in place before smiling slyly and wagging a finger my way.

  “You have instructions. Obey.”

  With a last slow perusal that makes my nipples bead tighter, he turns on his heel and walks out of the room, leaving me alone and so achy I practically dive into the bathroom and the waiting jet pool bath tub, my muscles aching with renewed tension.

  The bath I take is hot and filled with bath salts that smell like sweet lavender. By the time I’m done, I feel looser and a lot better. Chase was right, I needed that and not only to soothe my frayed nerves but also to give myself time to work out everything I’m feeling.

  I want him with an intensity that is shocking, and yet, for some reason I can’t name, I’m terrified too.

  Maybe it’s fear of the unknown or the fact that I’ve never felt this level of need. Maybe it’s all the anticipation I’ve built over the last month. Or maybe I’m just afraid that he’s been building this all up and will be disappointed at the end.

  Yeah, I’m an old hand at sex—bad sex, that is—being a recent divorcee, but I am not that experienced. What Brian and I had had was a lackluster sex life that was strictly a missionary quick in and out.

  I’ve never even had an orgasm that I didn’t give myself, and then I’m not sure I’d even done that right.

  This could be a disaster, and yet as scared as I am right now, I want it so badly the ache in my belly amps up to a raging inferno.

  “Rem?”

  I startle and look to the door with wide eyes.

  “Yeah?” I squeak so softly I have to clear my throat and say it again.

  “You okay in there, babe?”

  I don’t answer his softly spoken query but square my shoulders instead and stride to the door, pausing only to look down at myself again. My whole body flushes at the picture I present. My waxed peach is clear and on display through the white lace and my breasts are cupped and pushed together, a feast of golden fleshy globes and dark pink nipples that have only hardened more.

  Taking a fortifying breath, I pull the door open and step out, almost colliding with Chase. He grabs my shoulders when I take a hasty step back and steadies me, groaning low in his throat when he looks down to see my body on display.

  “Fuck.”

  The rumble that worked out of his throat is half wild, half plea for mercy and I smile, feeling my confidence take a huge leap for the better. I know exactly what he’s seeing, and from the hard glint in his eyes, I can only guess that he’s liking it a lot more than I thought possible.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  My softly spoken gratitude snaps his eyes back up and he growls again before skimming his hands down my arms, around my rounded hips and to my back, not stopping till he’s palming my ass and squeezing with a groan of delight.

  When I whimper, pushing closer he snarls and hoists me up, directing me to wrap my legs around his hips. The move brings our flesh into contact and I groan, almost wildly embarrassed to feel how wet I am with nothing more than a few heated looks and one touch.

  “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he murmurs, striding swiftly to the bed and laying me down, his fingers and hands giving me one rough squeeze before releasing me to step back.

  His eyes are hooded as he remains where he is, doing nothing but taking in the picture I make, lying on his bed, practically naked and so needy I feel my hips grind in invitation.

  “Hands on the headboard.”

  I obey and take deep breaths as he stalks to the foot of the bed and stares down at me, biting his bottom lip sensually before giving me a soft smile of comfort.

  “Have you thought about us, about this, Remy?” he asks as he trails his hands down his torso to fiddle with the button of his low-slung jeans.

  Chapter 9

  Chase

  She is so gloriously beautiful that I almost fell to my knees and begged for mercy when she stepped out of the bathroom clothed in the racy lingerie I couldn’t resist buying for this very occasion.

  The ensemble is simple and perfect; its white scraps of lace hinting at the virginal picture I have of her until I see the clear outline of her pink puss nestled beneath the lace and the way the half cups offer her breasts to me.

  I want to devour every inch of her and use every inch of my own skin to bring her untold pleasure, but for this first time, I won’t be selfish and touch her.

  What I want to do instead is use words and raise her up to such a fevered pitch of need that by the time I sink into her welcoming sheath she’ll be so ready she’ll explode around my dick on the first thrust.

  For me, that is the ultimate pleasure, the perfect first foray into what will be an explosive sex life. You see, Remy is and always has been a very deep woman. She values words and the power they have to make or break a situation.

  So now I will use nothing but words to take her where she needs to go. With nothing but my knowledge, I will push her to the brink before enslaving her with pleasure.

  Later, when I’ve got her under my spell, I’ll indulge myself and touch, lick and taste every inch of her perfection. For now though…

  “Have you thought about us, about this, Remy?” I ask again, watching color flood her cheeks.

  She nods once and grips the headboard, her legs falling open in an unconscious plea that my mouth is aching to answer. I want nothing more than to bury my face in that hot crevice and eat her to a shattering orgasm.

  “What have you fantasized about? Have you wondered what it would be like if I put my mouth there where you ache and gush with need?”

  She swallows, nodding once and I resist the urge to do just that and slake my thirst at her swollen lips.

  “I’d open you wide, so wide I can see your opening flex at nothing and then I’d use my thumbs to spread the trembling lips of your pussy. You are so swollen, I’d have to fight to fit my tongue at your entrance.”

  “Oh God.”

  Her gasp makes me smile wickedly even as my dick starts howling for relief and I palm that length, squeezing so hard I groan at the pressure.

  “I’d lap lightly, once, twice, three times, gathering your taste and drinking you down before swiping up through your lips and rolling the tip of my tongue around your aching clit. You’ll be so sensitive you can’t help pushing up into m
y mouth.”

  “Please.”

  I keep my eyes between her thighs, watching her opening contract and suck, begging to be filled, and continue the torture, forcing my hips to still even as my hand makes a leisurely stroke before stopping.

  “I’ll love the way you taste, love that you’re so needy that you soak your thighs and my chin with your passion. And I’ll love the feel of you as I wrap my lips around you and suck strongly, treating your nub to quick, hard flicks of my tongue. Can you feel my tongue on you, Rem? Can you feel the way it’s working at the nerves right there?”

  She moans and starts thrusting her hips as if I’m there, as if my mouth is indeed buried there and eating at her aching clit.

  “I’d flick you and suck you till you’re crying out and forcing yourself into my face, begging for release, for my dick to thrust into all that wet heat and fill the empty void. I’d fuck you so hard I’d fill up every inch of you, right to that tight ring high up inside, till you feel me so deep I’ll be all the way inside your soul.”

  Her opening spasms again and I see the clear, thick evidence of her need trickling out to coat her swollen labia. I want at her so badly I’m forced to swipe at my mouth just thinking of what she’ll feel like, taste like, beneath my tongue.

  “Chase.”

  “This first time won’t be soft and sweet, babe. I’ve wanted you for so long that I can guarantee I’ll be exploding on the first few thrusts. I’ll come so hard you’ll feel my heat everywhere inside, but you’ll be right there with me. Won’t you?”

  She moans again and nods frantically, her knuckles turning snow white where they grip the headboard, and I groan in defeat, knowing that if I don’t get in her now I’m likely to embarrass myself and shoot my load the minute my dick touches all that sweet heat.

  With a snarl born of frustration at my lack of control, I rip open a foil packet and roll on a condom, gritting my teeth at the orgasm already boiling in my balls like an inferno.

  I want to slow down and keep talking, keep ramping her up with words and the lust that fills my gaze, but I can’t and I know it, so I crawl up onto the mattress instead and plant my hands beside her head, my arms shaking, elbows locking when I line myself up and pause, looking down only long enough to ensure we’re aligned before thrusting forward and filling her in one deep, claiming thrust.

  Her keening cry is a balm to the wild beast banging at the gates of my self-control and I howl at the tight, scalding warmth of her labia expanding around me, opening to accept me as if I, and I alone, belong there.

  When I can move without losing my load, I raise my eyes to hers and keep contact. She’s glassy eyed and half crazed already, her breasts bobbling with every breath.

  “Do you feel me there, Rem?” I rasp, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back so hard we shift up the bed.

  She whimpers and nods her head, her eyes rolling back with the next retreat and hard thrust.

  “This is mine. Mine alone.” I hiss, letting go of my control to slam home and pull out in a rhythm that is as brutal as it is beautiful.

  Remy starts thrashing and keening her pleasure, her hips rising with every down stroke, meeting me head on, making my entrance all the wilder as she starts fucking me back as hard as I fuck her.

  “That’s it, babe, that’s it. Take it from me, Rem. I can feel you getting closer…so tight. Suck me deeper…oh Jesus.”

  I’m coming on the next stroke, almost insensate at the dragging grip of her walls and the fist tight convulsions that herald the climax that tears through her straining orifice.

  She milks me hard as she opens her mouth and screams, totally lost in every sensation, her senses bombarded and overtaken by the feel of my thick length as I release the last of my restraint and come so hard, thrusting in harsh twitches that I can’t stop.

  By the time I’m empty and replete, her body lets off only the occasional shudder and we are both covered in wet, sticky heat and the sweat of dirty, earth-shattering sex.

  My lungs are burning from exertion and I drop down with a wince, my weight lying atop her trembling form.

  I should move, roll away, spare her my too-large frame, but as I work up the effort to do just that, she wraps her arms and legs around me and pulls me closer, her heartbeat thudding into mine, melding us together in the afterglow of a passion that I hope will be enough to secure the love I seek.

  “Chase?”

  I can barely raise my head, but make enough effort to murmur into her neck and lick at her sweaty, salty skin.

  “That was my first real orgasm.”

  Chapter 10

  Remy

  “Come on, girl!”

  I check my appearance in the mirror one last time and grimace before swiping on a layer of lip-gloss and fluffing at the curls that Liv painstakingly tamed just minutes ago.

  I’ve been living with her in her tiny apartment for a week now, and I can’t understand why I never gave this option any thought. While the place is small, and I have to sleep on a pull out in the living room, it’s a way better option than I’d had previously.

  So, yeah, I now live with Liv while I wait for the house to sell so that I can get my half of the settlement and get my own place.

  “Remy, get your ass in gear woman, I want to get to the club before all the good spots are taken,” she yells through the door for the hundredth time.

  When I finally leave the bathroom, I hear a long, loud wolf whistle pierce the air and smile, feeling a little better about my forced outfit and the sky-high heels that are so high I’m afraid that moving too fast will result in a busted ankle.

  I look good though, damn good, so instead of changing as I would have before, I push my shoulders back and allow myself a small smile before looking over at her and performing a slow turn.

  Liv is what you’d call the party girl, the girl who loves having a good time and isn’t afraid to step out of her comfort zone to get it. She adores short dresses—the one she’s shoved my ass into is a short, midnight blue, strapless sheath that hits me just below the knee but is so tight it shows off every dip and valley—loves sexy, on-sale heels, and uses her sexuality to get free drinks and the occasional one-night stand.

  She’s a hoot, and I adore her. And now she’s bound and determined to drag me into her world, kicking and screaming be damned, so that I can experience some youth.

  I have to admit to being just as excited as I am nervous because I’ve never done this before. College for me had been studying and attending only frat parties that Brian okayed.

  This is really my first time going out for no other purpose than to have a good time and enjoy my freedom.

  “Damn girl, you are smoking hot!”

  I laugh and grab my purse, following her out of the apartment and into the elevator with a smirk as she fluffs her own dress—-a pink tutu-esque creation that highlights her toned legs and shoulders.

  “You’re not looking too bad yourself, Liv.”

  We step off the elevator and nod to two guys walking into the building, giggling at their shared looks of astonishment and the grins of approval.

  “Ladies. Nice.”

  “Thanks, Trav. You two in for the night?” Liv asks.

  The blond of the two, a tall, very good-looking guy with soft brown eyes and a naughty smile shakes his head, his eyes raking over us both before coming back to me.

  “Not anymore. Good God, Liv, why didn’t you tell me you were friends with a swimsuit model?”

  I snort and roll my eyes, laughing at that crap, ‘cause yeah, it’s cheesy as hell and the guy knows it.

  “Not great, huh?” he asks, grinning at me sheepishly.

  “Not great. But thanks for the compliment.”

  “No problem, gorgeous. You gonna let me buy you a drink?”

  I tilt my head and consider him for a beat, enjoying the fact that I am actually free to look at a hot man and enjoy myself without feeling a shred of guilt.

  I like it. A lot. Not only is
it nice to be carefree and able to go out without someone yelling into my phone at me, but I like knowing that I’m attractive and can accept a compliment—and even return it should I feel the urge.

  Travis and his friend—Les, I think Liv said—are both hot as all get out and looking for a good time, but unfortunately for them, they aren’t six-foot-something of hot, dirty blond tycoon.

  And their eyes don’t make my panties melt.

  In fact, it’s pretty darn clear that I’ve gone and let myself fall for Chase Marshall, a billionaire who is the master of all he surveys, including my very replete body and a piece of my heart that I hadn’t wanted to give to him just yet.

  Hence, my acceptance of Liv’s hundredth invite to hit the town and let loose. I need to backpedal a bit and examine exactly what it is that I want from life.

  I have a good job that I love, even if it means I’ll never be rolling in luxury—a small price to pay to know I’m making a difference—and while I don’t envision living in Liv’s cramped box for all that long, I have a place to stay that is a hundred times better than the luxury I’d had before with Brian.

  I’m feeling good as of last week when the judge set me free, and I want to enjoy it. So, yeah, I’ve considered my next steps from every angle and those do not in any way include getting all hot and heavy with Chase, no matter how sexy he is or how many orgasms the man can give me with nothing but his words and his shuttling dick.

  “Yoohoo! You still with us, Remy?”Liv sings beside me, bringing me out of my funk.

  “Yup. So, you guys coming out with us tonight?” I force myself to ask, pasting on a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.

  I feel terrible about this because it feels like a betrayal to Chase and that in turn only intensifies my anger about this whole situation. He wants me living in his house and in his bed every single night.

  He wants to stamp his claim on me and make me into…no that’s not true. He doesn’t want me to change one bit, something that makes me want him even more.

  He just doesn’t want me living away from his watchful eye as I rip it up and paint the town red.