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pain. Intoxicating.
    This time, he rolled her nipples, pinched them, pulled on them, drew her onto her toes. In reaction, she bent her knees. “Oh, yes,” he said. He pushed her bra down, out of the way, then bent to lave each nipple with his tongue, sucking on each tip to soothe it.
    She reached for him, hands on his shoulders. “Nice,” he told her. He waited until her breathing had steadied a bit before saying, “But I’d told you to keep your arms behind your back.”
    Her eyes widened but she didn’t immediately pull away.
    “You know what that means?”
    “No.” She drew a breath. “No, Sir. But I’m afraid I can guess.”
    “Yeah, you can. Tonight, if you dare, you can be punished for not following orders.”
    She scowled, tiny lines digging in between her eyebrows. “I don’t think I’d like that.”
    “You weren’t sure whether you wanted your nipples squeezed like that, either.”
    “True.” She slowly uncurled her hands from his shoulders.
    Part of him was tempted to tell her to leave them there.
    She put her arms behind her back again.
    “Very nice,” he said. “Now I’m going to kiss you.”
    “Am I supposed to just stand here?” she asked.
    “As opposed to…?”
    “Participating?”
    He lifted an eyebrow.
    “I liked having my hands on you,” she admitted. “And I’ve been wanting to mess up that very perfect hair of yours.”
    “You need to do a little reading up on submission.”
    “Oh?”
    “No talking without permission.”
    “I see.”
    He frowned.
    She laughed, a genuine, seductive sound. “I told you I’m new. No experience. I’m bound to make mistakes, Sir.”
    Connor reminded himself he’d already learned not to underestimate her.
    “May I?” she asked. “Touch you?”
    As he leaned toward her, she lifted herself onto her toes and met him. “Wrap your arms around me, Lara.”
    She parted her lips in anticipation and he claimed them. The force of their kiss took him aback. He’d kissed dozens of women, but he’d never felt a searing connection.
    Lara wasn’t tentative. She met his tongue, tasting, testing as deeply as he was. It was as hungry as it was natural.
    When she laced her fingers behind his neck, he fisted a hand in her long hair and pulled her head back a little so he could deepen the kiss.
    She offered herself to him with no resistance, not struggling, but rather, inviting. He accepted, lowering one hand to her derrière and drawing her against him, softness to sinew.
    As she’d promised, she dug her hands into his hair, holding tight, the way he wanted her to. Having her there seemed right.
    Her body went slack, and he took advantage. Coffee tasted sweet in her mouth, but it was the headiness of her surrender he appreciated most.
    Suddenly he hoped she was brave enough to play with him later this evening.
    With more reluctance than he’d ever felt, he ended the kiss and helped her to stand.
    She blinked as she released his hair. After she was steady, she took a step back and smoothed her skirt, avoiding eye contact. Finally, she cleared her throat and looked up.
    “May I?” He moved toward her and reached inside her blouse.
    “Connor…”
    He smoothed a hand down her chest and straightened her bra. Her nipples were still hard, and because he knew himself well, he resisted the temptation to tease them one more time. Nothing about her, or this, was simple. He already desired her. If he continued, he’d want more, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until he touched every inch of her skin as he bared it. He’d want to lick her cunt from back to front to memorize her scent. And he’d want to mark her.
    Being a gentleman, he rebuttoned her blouse. Then, to distract himself, he said, “Give me your cell phone.”
    “Er, it’s in my purse.”
    He crossed the room, then picked up the clutch and placed it on his desk before unhooking the metal clasp. “May I?”
    “I have a feeling I won’t have many secrets from you.” She tucked her shirt