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and aching; she was ready to come against his hard thigh.
    He let go of her arms, leaning back enough to place his hand over the front of her throat. His eyes were more silver now than gray as they took her in.
    “Rule. Number. One.” He emphasized each word with his knee, moving it back and forth against her weeping flesh. “You can never come until I say you can. If you come before I tell you to, I will punish you. In fact—” His eyes filled with evil anticipation. “I already owe you for this afternoon at the office.”
    She closed her eyes, goose bumps rising on her skin. The idea of him delivering a punishment gave her chills as she imagined the pleasure he could deliver. Carrie wanted everything he had to offer. She had two days to store up enough memories of belonging to Marcus Worthington to last a lifetime.
    “It’s time to begin.”
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    This wasn’t exactly how she’d pictured the start of their evening. Marcus said nothing as he drove to the small Italian restaurant. Carrie smiled at the maître d’ as he seated them in a dimly lit back corner. It was a perfect place for lovers to meet. Their cozy table for two was lit with only one candle, and the light cast shadows across Marcus’ handsome face.
    Menus were placed in front of them. Nervously, Carrie opened hers, perusing what they had to offer. Marcus scooted next to her so that his thigh touched hers.
    “I hope you’re not thinking about ordering a salad for dinner.” His palm slid along the top of her silk-covered knee, raising the skirt of her dress a bit higher. He found the lace at the top of her thigh-high stockings and squeezed.
    She jumped from the electrical current shooting through her. She’d never worn anything but pantyhose before. The silk stockings felt decadent against her skin, as did the high-cut lace panties and matching bra he’d instructed her to wear.
    At first Carrie had balked at the idea that Marcus had gotten her size correct when she picked up the clothes. There was something so embarrassing that he’d be so intimately aware her size was in the double digits. She got over it, though, when she remembered the look on his face as he took in her bare breasts. He didn’t mind her extra padding, and under his gaze she truly felt sexy for the first time in her life.
    Marcus traced lazy circles around the exposed flesh at the top of her thighs. The teasing touch made Carrie fidgety. Oh, why the hell had he brought her to dinner? She’d much rather be in his bed.
    He leaned in close and bit her earlobe. “Stop wiggling around. I want to enjoy the touch of your skin.”
    The waitress came over and asked if they were ready to order. When Carrie couldn’t find her voice, Marcus chuckled.
    “Shall I?” he asked.
    She nodded and allowed him to order for her. She wasn’t certain what he said to the waitress. All she knew for sure was that his fingers were sliding farther and farther up her thigh and touching her lace-covered pussy.
    Wine was poured for each of them. Carrie reached for her glass but Marcus beat her to it. He tasted her wine, sliding his tongue discreetly along the rim, and then brought the glass to her lips. He tilted the rich red liquid into her mouth and she swallowed. No man had ever done that before and she was shaken by the intimacy.
    “Open your thighs, Carrie.” Marcus’ voice had that low, in-command tone that drove her wild. She stared, eyes wide. He didn’t actually mean to do something here , did he? They were in public for Pete’s sake.
    “Open now, Carrie.”
    She slowly spread her legs. He pushed her panties to the side, exposing slick, wet skin. The tip of his finger slid up and down her slit. She couldn’t stop her knees from moving inward as if to capture his finger.
    “Open, Carrie.” He continued to sip his wine while creating havoc between her thighs. She was thankful for the dark atmosphere in the restaurant, otherwise the other patrons would have gotten an