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brain. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that lascivious tone in a woman—the one where she was wondering if there was added fillip to sex with a killer. It was, however, the first time he’d considered responding to that bizarre inclination. “Maybe we could arrange something,” he said in a husky rasp.
    “Now .. . right now . . . please.” The strong grip of his fingers imprisoning her wrists, his potent authority, his brute promise so gently offered further kindled the lust beating at her brain, the throbbing between her legs a hard, steady, feverish ache. She struggled against his grasp. “Damn you, Flynn. I want sex!”
    He didn’t take orders, no matter how heated. “Undress first.” He released her hands. “Then if you’re very sweet to me, I might give you what you want.”
    “I didn’t think you’d like sweet women.”
    “I didn’t think you’d like rough sex”—his dark brows rose faintly—“or did you mean something else?”
    “Maybe this isn’t going to work out,” she said, petulantly, unfamiliar with men who didn’t fawn over her.
    “Suit yourself.”
    “I could leave.”
    “You already said that. .. and—here you are,” he said with a wicked smile.
    On the other hand, fawning men never made her feverish and insatiable and she’d never in her life begged for sex. Even now, she wondered if it were possible she’d not actually said it. She gazed for a fleeting moment at the beautiful, virile male animal called Flynn Ito smiling down at her and knew that she could no more deny her raging hunger for him than she could deny the steady throbbing between her legs.
    “You’re damned annoying,” she muttered, staring at him for a taut, heated moment, wishing she could tell him to go to hell, wishing she didn’t so desperately need what he so casually offered.
    His smile was indulgent. “And you’re one hot little bitch.”
    “I don’t know if I can manage the sweetness you require,” she said, sulkily, pushing her gown and petticoats down, the boned bodice catching for a moment on the puddled folds of fabric.
    “I’m flexible.” Taking in the delectable sight of Miss Attenborough bent over and disburdening herself of her garments, her heavy breasts swinging gently with her movements, he felt himself becoming more accommodating by the second.
    She shot him a testy glance. “How fortunate for me.” Coming upright a moment later, she stepped out of the numerous garments and kicked them aside. Beginning to untie the waistband of her drawers, she pondered the degree of Flynn’s sexual allure that she was not only willing to comply to his orders, but agree to most anything to feel that glorious hard cock inside her.
    It was a conundrum she’d never faced before.
    But then, she’d never met a man she craved with such unequivocal carnal longing. She softly swore, lust and intellect contesting for dominance in her brain.
    “Do you need help?” With a negligible gesture, he indicated the tie on her drawers she was trying to loosen.
    How dare he stand there like some cool observer of the scene and speak with that unabashed calm. “Aren’t you undressing?” she asked, nettled and huffy.
    “Maybe .. . marginally at least... it depends on what I want you to do.”
    His reply was perversely arousing, as though he were in a brothel somewhere and waiting his turn. “What the hell does that mean?” But even as she spoke, a feverish jolt of desire convulsed her vagina, leaving her breathless.
    “It looks like you already know,” he said smiling faintly. So she liked to take orders too, he reflected, not just give them. “All you want is my cock. I don’t have to get undressed,” he said, softly. “Come here. Leave that tie ... I’ll do it. Here— come here and take it out. Take it out if you want it.”
    Her gaze was drawn to the enormous bulge in his trousers, the soft fabric lifted away like a tent. Her body was screaming, Go, go, take it; the pulsing of her vaginal