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day, he’d
probably rethink hiring a woman who acted like a vampire, who’d drunk his
blood.
    But that was later. For now, she’d lie here and imagine that
maybe, for at least a little while, she’d found a place to be. Planting a
distracting suggestion might help. Not that she needed a reason. She’d much
rather play sensual games with him than talk about things that sent off alarm
bells in his world.
    “Quinn?” She whispered it against his ear, pleased at the
strength of the arm that tightened around her, the heat of his body, the sleepy
male grunt of acknowledgement. “Do you own a whip? Chaps?”
    She actually felt him go more still, and hid a smile in his
shoulder.
    “Yeah.”
    “Next time you come to me, I want you to bring them.” She
drew back, put a finger on his lips before he could ask. “I’m not going to tell
you why. Your job is just to obey. Understand, cowboy?”
    He tilted his head down to look at her, those brown eyes
that were so deliciously conflicted, the firm mouth she wanted to spend a lot
more time tasting…and make taste her. Thinking of curling her hand in that
thick hair, pushing his lips against her pussy, she shivered with pleasure. He
felt it, his eyes darkening. She’d ride him again tonight. Maybe a couple more
times.
    Cowboys had stamina, after all.
    “Yes ma’am,” he drawled, with a glint in his eye.

Chapter Four
     
    “Don’t move, cowboy.”
    How could a voice like a whisper over the skin be so
dominating at the same time? It held him in place on his knees, hands behind
his back, even as he craved to reach out and touch the creamiest skin he had ever
seen. Quinn gritted his teeth, chafing at the tone of command even as his body
responded to it. His cock throbbed with urgent need and his mouth watered to
taste again every inch of the petite woman standing before him.
    “Do you want to lick my cunt?”
    “Yes.” He ground out the word. He wanted to lap her
incredible essence more than he wanted his next breath. What stunned him was
the desire—no, need —to wait for her to give him permission. As if his
body was chained with invisible restraints that could only be released by a
word from her. A nod. Perhaps even a touch.
    Her tongue slid over her plump lips before they curved
into a knowing smile.
    “No touching me except with your tongue.”
    He tightened his fists at the small of his back until his
nails dug into his skin. Shockingly, the pain sent lust spiraling through him
and the throbbing in his cock increased.
    “Well?” she prompted.
    “You’re tough.”
    “Oh cowboy.” Her eyes glinted with hunger. “You have no
idea.”
    While his brain couldn’t reconcile the ethereal vision
before him with her whipstrike authority, his body was having no trouble
telling him to get right on with it before he imploded. His pulse pounded in
his veins as Selene moved forward until barely a sheet of paper would have fit
between them. Widening her stance, she spread the lips of her pussy with slim
fingers, presenting him with all that slick pink flesh.
    His tongue snaked from his mouth, the tip gliding down
from the top of her slit. He paused briefly to circle her clit, stimulating the
knot of flesh, then following the path back up to the top. Her sigh of pleasure
spurred him on, and he did it again. And again. And—
    Quinn woke. He’d neglected to close the blinds last night
and the morning sun poured over him, burning his eyes. The quilt was crumpled
at the foot of the bed and the sheet was draped haphazardly from his waist, his
aching shaft tenting it enough to make room for an army.
    Shit. Holy shit.
    The dream had been so vivid that he thought it was real,
leaving him looking around the room for Selene. But of course she wasn’t there.
She was sleeping, either in the dark cellar or in that little apartment above
After Hours. Recharging her energy, she’d told him when she sent him on his
way.
    In every relationship he’d been the one in control. The one
to