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fingers traveled back down her trembling body and disappeared between her thighs. When she didn’t answer, he hoisted her off the floor with his hand, his forearm like a giant hook.
    “In my bag.” Overcome with relief, she squeezed her eyes shut when he set her back down.
    “So you’re gonna run? Is that it?” His voice was like an entity all its own. There in the dark it embodied everything about him—tenderness, humor and a hint of danger.
    “Conall.”
    “I think one of us is a little overdressed. What do you think?”
    She didn’t answer. Couldn’t find one suitable. Much less her tongue.
    He tugged a handful of her hair with the right amount of forceful tenderness. “That was a question.”
    “That’s for you to decide.”
    He paused, she hoped impressed by her reply.
    “That’s good, Morgan. That’s very good. Because it is for me to decide.” He brushed his nose on her ear.
    Conall bent down, the muscles in his upper back and shoulders on display, his biceps and the long lean muscles of his forearms twisting and flexing as he worked to unlace and remove her boots.
    At the risk of raising his ire, she twisted a little, trying to explain herself. “Conall, I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
    “Face the wall.”
    She didn’t like that he wouldn’t engage her. Talk to her directly. She needed to apologize. To be forgiven. Explain once again until he understood.
    He stood close, wrapping his arms around her waist. But not to hold her. His fingers worked at her waist, unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans. Without gentleness, he pulled them down her legs. When he got to her ankles, he lifted her feet one at a time, eased them off and threw them in a wad across the room.
    “Now we’re getting somewhere.” In complete control, he ran his fingertips down the insides of her arms, evoking a shiver within her. The realization that he was naked behind her made her pussy weep with arousal. He couldn’t remove her clothes fast enough.
    Slipping a finger inside the elastic waistband of her panties, he breathed in her ear. “I don’t think you’ll be needing these.”
    Holding a handful of material in one hand, he gave the panties a sharp tug and they fell to the floor in tatters.
    With her lower body fully exposed to him, she gasped, not out of fear but anticipation. Now there was nothing between them but skin.
    He ran a hand down one of her buttocks, squeezing the plentiful flesh in his grip. “You’ve got a beautiful ass, Morgan. You know that?”
    She shook her head, feeling her arousal grow in intensity. No. No man had ever told her that.
    “Makes me hard. So fucking hard.”
    He directed his cock to the crack of her ass and her breath hitched in her throat. Helpless to her desire, she bucked her hips, eager to have him fill her.
    “Oh no, no, no.” He chuckled wickedly. “You don’t get off that easy.” Teasing her, he rubbed her with the smooth head.
    To her surprise, a soft sob escaped her. The pent-up tension his caress created and recent events being what they were, she’d reached her maximum capacity for stress, good or bad. She needed a release. Now.
    Conall wrapped his arms around her and she awakened once more to the healing power of his touch. “You were thinking of leaving.” His voice hung in the air above her head.
    “Yes.”
    “He’d come after you.” Tenderly, he kissed the crown of her head. “And then I’d come after you.”
    He’d intended his words to be a joke. Morgan conjured a small smile. “I know.”
    “And then you’d never see the light of day.”
    A secret thrill raced up her spine at the thought. She knew he’d make good on his promise. The next time it would be she who was tied to the bed.
    “You must be punished.”
    Morgan swallowed hard, uncertain she would be able to remain standing.
    “You’re trembling, Morgan. Are you excited?”
    “Yes.” Excited wasn’t the word. Electrified was more like it.
    “Good.” He blew a triumphant sigh softly in her