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but actually sounding breathless.
    “Really.”
    Duke unlocked the door, I stepped in behind him and it softly clicked shut behind us.
    “Hey,” he said softly.
    “Hey,” I whispered. My heart was pounding. God, I was nervous.
    “Now where were we?” He asked with a wicked gleam in his eye.
    He gently tied the silk around my eyes. It wasn’t what I’d expected—I thought he’d bind my wrists and do all sorts of wicked things to me while I was helpless to resist. Then again, the night was still young.
    He unzipped my dress, and it fell with a whoosh to the floor. Taking my hand he led me away from the door. With my eyes closed I was at his mercy. For all I knew he could be recording this or taking pictures or—
    I felt his jeans pockets for his phone. It was there.
    “Much as I would kill for pictures of you like this, I won’t take any,” he murmured.
    “I would kill you.”
    “You know, Jane, you could ruin me with this secret of ours. Remember that.”
    I could, couldn’t I? He might have been the billionaire, and I was getting a favor out of this. But in the meantime, vulnerable as I was in this moment, I was not powerless in this relationship. If that’s what it was. Stop overthinking things, Jane.
    “Take this ridiculous T-shirt off,” I said.
    He laughed and I reached out and felt that his shirt was gone. His skin was warm to my touch. Palms flat, I explored his chest, broad, flat and strong. He sucked in his breath as my fingers gently caressed his nipples.
    He kissed my smile. Hot, possessive, rough. As if this was something that he’d been wanting for days. If I was being honest with myself, I’d been craving this since the moment I first set eyes upon him at the Hush party. So I melted into the kiss I had craved. I tried to memorize the taste, the sounds, the feelings as if I knew deep down this wouldn’t last. But then his hands pushed down the strap of my bra and he expertly unhooked the clasp. I sighed, feeling free.
    He took my breasts in his hands, big and strong and his mouth, hot and wicked. I gasped. I sighed. I moaned. I was like That Girl in the library, but louder. I thought I’d die from this alone.
    I was already ready for him. But he still wore his damned jeans and now he was—
    “Never thought I’d say this, but I wish I had another tie,” he murmured as he firmly clasped my wrists behind my back and sank to his knees before me.
    “Oh,” I sighed. His mouth, there. Me, in some sort of heaven. I exhaled slowly and allowed myself to surrender to all the sensations rocketing through me.
    “Oh God,” I moaned as his tongue traced slow, lazy circles around and around and around while a heat inside me started to build. My knees started to feel weak. I needed to touch him, run my fingers through his hair, hold onto to something because I was slowly but surely slipping away into that sweet oblivion. The pressure was building. Heat rising. I was gasping for air and couldn’t get enough.
    He didn’t stop, no. Hell no.
    “Duke . . .” He just kept doing that thing with his tongue and I really couldn’t stand or breathe for very much longer. I was hit with that crazy, just-about-bursting desire. He released my wrists. Then he did wicked things with his fingers, his mouth, me, there and I was gone . . .
    I cried out, loudly. I sank to my knees. He caught me in his arms.
    And that was just the beginning.
    He removed the tie, threw it aside, lifted me up and tossed me onto the bed.
    Throw down, as Roxanna would say. Sam did not have throw down. And that was the last I thought of Sam all night.
    Duke stripped off his jeans and everything else before joining me on the bed, settling his weight on top of me. I felt him, hard, pressing up against me and I was ready, oh so ready. “Jane,” he whispered as if to ask permission, as if to ask if I had any second thoughts. As if I could stop now.
    “Yes.” Dear God, yes. I needed this, and I needed it now. I was so wet, so ready.