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right before the steps and crowded close. More than eager to taste his mouth, to give in to his passion and show him some of hers, she moved closer too. His mustache and beard tickled her lips, and she moaned in pleasure, using her fingers to investigate the wiry softness.
    When he finally lifted his head, Lexi was full of pleasure-heat. His kisses sent her head spinning, his taste was addictive. “What?”
    “Upstairs?” he whispered in her ear. “I want you up there and naked, waiting for me in my bed.”
    She felt a thrill of pleasure, more at the tone of his words than at what he was actually saying. He brooked no arguments, his commands were meant to be obeyed. “Yes, sir,” she answered, and then turned and headed up the stairs. Going into his bedroom, she began to take her clothes off, slowing only once when she began to pull off her underwear.
    “What in the hell am I doing?” She sank down on the side of the bed, reaching down for the sweatshirt she’d pulled on earlier. “Am I going to just do what he says? This could mark the end of my career.” She was still sitting on the side of the bed, wearing nothing but her underwear, still undecided, when he opened the bedroom door.
    “Oh, Lexi, I’m so disappointed in you.”
    She rose, pulling the sweatshirt back over her head and letting it fall over her hips. “I’m sorry if you’re disappointed, Gabe, but I’m not one of those women who get off on being told what to do. I’m a United States Marshal, and I’ve had to learn to listen only to myself or to my partner. I don’t play these games. I don’t know how to.” She scooped up her sweat pants and headed for the door, only stopping when he called her name.
    “Lexi...come here.”
    His tone once more brooked no argument, and he stood calmly, assuredly, waiting for her to do what he said.
    She felt her feet hesitate, and then she turned back toward him. She stood in front of him, staring up at him. “I won’t play these games, Gabe.”
    “This isn’t a game, Lexi. I’m giving you something you’ve always wanted.”
    “What’s that?” She didn’t even flinch when his hand came down lightly over her arm.
    “A man who isn’t afraid to tell you what to do, who expects your complete obedience and no argument. Go to your knees, Lexi.”
    “What makes you think I want something like that?” she argued even as she felt her knees begin to shake. She was fighting not only him, but herself, because some of what he was saying was the truth. She’d always searched for a man like Gabe, a man who was strong enough to do what he wanted, to be who he had to be and to make her into what he wanted. Now that he was there, she was almost terrified to give in to him.
    “Lexi, I said I want you on your knees...now.”
    She dropped down, the sweat pants flying out of her hands to land on the floor.
    “Now tell me how sorry you are, Lexi.”
    “Sorry.” She narrowed her eyes as she stared up at him. “For what?”
    He shook his head, letting his fingers form a temple under his chin. “For forcing me to tell you to do something more than once; that would usually be cause for punishment.”
    “Punishment? What kind of punishment?”
    “Oh, I have no doubt you’ll push me into the punishment phases very quickly, Lexi. They’ll be explained more thoroughly when you’ve managed to warrant one. For now, though, let’s see if you’ve learned anything. Pull down my sweats.”
    She stared at the bulge that pushed out the front of his sweats. It was a respectable size, and she wanted little more than to expose it to her eyes. She reached out slowly, her fingers finding and digging into the waistband before tugging it out and down, his cock coming up to slap against his muscled belly. “Oh,” she sighed, smelling the aroma of his arousal.
    She couldn’t take her gaze off it. She wanted to touch it, her body screaming for her to lean forward and get a taste. She wondered if she’d be able to hold it in