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even more tightly against him. His eyes are heavy lidded, almost as though he’s drugged. Maybe he is. I know that’s how I feel in the throes of our combined passion.
     But right now I’m clear headed. I have a point to make. “You ask me what you can give me? Freedom. The right to make my own life choices. I make some good ones.”
     I move my hand away and sink onto his solid length. His eyes fly open and I see panic there. “Baily, I’m not—”
     I kiss him to stop his protests and whisper the truth. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I have been for weeks.”
     His sigh is pure relief. “You scared the hell out of me.”
     It shouldn’t sting that he’s so paranoid about impregnating me. I’m not ready to be responsible for a tiny helpless life, so why should I expect him to be? Yet I feel like there’s something I’m missing, some monster that dwells in the darkness of his soul that he hasn’t shown me.
     “Ride me,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck, and I push away my unease. Without a condom he feels even hotter and I can tell from the little gasping sounds he makes that our lovemaking is different for him too.
     “You like this?” I squeeze him with my feminine muscles, and the tendons in his neck stand out, answering my question. I’m thrilled he’s responding to me this way. I wasn’t sure his controlling self would like it. “See what can happen when you give me a little room to maneuver?”
     His lips part and I take advantage, thrusting my tongue into his mouth, tasting him and letting him sample me in return. His hands find my breasts and his calloused palms abrade my nipples. I add a circling of my hips to each downward stroke and he grunts in satisfaction.
     He’s almost ready to agree; I can see the indecision warring with the pleasure on his face. There’s fear there too, fear for my safety, but it’s not the red alert panic he’s demonstrated before. He’s starting to trust me the way I trust him. Without reservation.
     “Connor?” a feminine voice calls from the hallway.
     His eyes fly open and a string of profanity the likes of which I’ve never heard from him falls from his lips. He’s still hard and throbbing inside me.
     “Who is that?” I ask, searching his expression.
     His lips part but I don’t hear his response as the bathroom door opens and an elegantly dressed blonde peaks around the corner. She takes one look at the two of us, and a feline smile curves her lips.
     “Sorry to interrupt, but we had a date.”
     ~*~
     “A date?” I ask Connor when he returns carrying my clothes. “What the hell happened to exclusivity!”
     “I can explain.” He runs a hand through his hair, looking flustered and irritated. The irritation is probably because he didn’t get a chance to finish what we started in the tub. But with his blonde “date” waiting downstairs, relieving his sexual frustration is not uppermost in my mind.
     Those words do little to reassure me. “By all means.”
     “Rochelle and I are faux dating, for the tabloids. We go out every few weeks to a club or a restaurant, until I’m sure we’re photographed together.”
     “So you’re dating.” My bra falls from my numb fingers. I cross my arms over my chest.
     “It’s not real, Baily.”
     “With you, nothing ever is.” I pick up my clothes and turn my back to him to disguise the hurt the situation has inflicted. “If it’s just pretend, why haven’t I met her before?”
     “She’s only been here once before. She’s an actress and she just finished filming in Dubai. Come meet her now. You’ll see you have no reason to be jealous.”
     I open my mouth to deny his accusation, but he’s right. She’s an actress; I thought her face was familiar. With a start, I realize I’ve probably seen her and Connor photographed together. Of course I’m jealous. She’s beautiful and he shows her off to the world while he hides me away like some dirty secret. I pull on my