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indifference.
    I struggled to cover my cry with a cough when one of Zach’s hands pulled the elastic of my panties to one side. The other nudged at the swollen lips of my labia, teasing for a moment before entering. My fingers clawed helplessly at the cool surface of the vehicle as Zach extracted first one ball and then the other from my slick channel.
    Pressing a kiss to my right buttock, he pulled my panties back into place and lowered my skirt. I gaped at him, aroused beyond anything I’d ever felt and also confused, as he spun me back around and ran a single finger down my cheek.
    â€œIt was wrong of me to ask you to wear these all day.” Casually, he withdrew a cloth handkerchief—did people actually carry those anymore?—and wrapped the two ben-wa balls in them. The little metals globes glinted in the light, winking mischievously at me before they were tucked into the pocket of Zach’s pants.
    â€œCome.”
    He was going to leave me like this now? No. No way. I had been aroused to the point of pain all day, and my skin felt too tight. It wasn’t fair.
    It was cruel.
    â€œWhat was the point of all of that?” When I was finally able to coax my voice into speaking, I was fully irritated, if breathless. No matter how much Zach turned me on, I didn’t want to be pulled along by anyone else’s will.
    A flicker of consternation appeared on Zach’s finely honed features, but it was gone in a breath. It was replaced by
that
look—the one that said that he wanted me, here and now.
    I swallowed thickly as desire pooled within me and scattered my thoughts.
    â€œDelayed gratification can bring you to heights of pleasure that you have never dared imagine, Miss Reid.” Pressing his hand in the indentation between my shoulder blades, he rubbed lightly with his index and middle fingers. “Now. Into the car.”
    I planted my feet, trying to glare up at him, even though my body was screaming at me to do as he said. But I felt the need to take some sort of stand, to ascertain that I was not a shrinking violet.
    I was just beginning to realize that I had been exactly that for nearly all of my life. It was time to change.
    â€œTell me where we’re going. Then I’ll think about getting in the car.” I quivered with nerves when Zach’s expression darkened. I saw his fingers curl, his nails biting into his palms.
    â€œWe are going to my house.” The pressure of the fingers on my back increased, and I was startled enough by his words that I moved with it, bending to climb into the car. It was the same one that I had been in before, the sleek insides similar to a limousine, and I pressed my hands to my skirt to keep from flashing him a glimpse of my simple panties.
    When I had seated myself, I looked back to find Zach grinning at me widely, even though the lust and the danger were still on his face.
    â€œWhat?” I couldn’t possibly have embarrassed myself in the last sixty seconds, could I? “What’s so funny?”
    Zach slid into the car behind me, much more gracefully than I had. I thought that he might sit beside me, might touch me—he had just had his fingers in between my legs, after all. But instead he settled himself on the soft leather bench seat directly across from me . . . the one where we had coupled so feverishly on my first day in his employ.
    With him sitting straight across from me, I couldn’t help but look directly at him, right into his gorgeous face. He loosened his tie, one patterned with green and gray today, then ran his fingers through his hair.
    I imagined doing both of those things for him myself, and my mouth went dry.
    â€œWhy . . . why are we going to your house?” I wasn’t an idiot—I knew very well where this was heading. However, the man and his mercurial mood changes had me feeling just uncertain enough that I wanted it in words.
    Leaning forward, Zach pressed one