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had planned this time. He’d barely touched her, and yet she ached for him.
    She realized that at some point during the evening, her brain had shifted gears. She no longer felt like an object of his lust. She didn’t feel used—she felt like a partner in delicious, beautiful crime.
    â€œCome back into the bedroom.” She followed him, sauntering, and he positioned her a few feet from a full-length mirror. He had slipped on a pair of red silk boxers.
    â€œWait here. You can touch yourself, if you want.” Yeah, right. She heard him step downstairs. She looked at her shaved area and was surprised to see that her clit actually peaked out. The haircut made her whole body look different, thinner somehow. She ran her palm over the bald patch. Her clit was so much more easily available, inviting a touch, a suck.
    â€œI knew you couldn’t keep your hands off yourself.” He sounded pleased with himself.
    She whipped her finger off her clit, but it was too late. She pushed her mild embarrassment to the far back of her mind. “You snuck up those stairs, didn’t you?”
    â€œDon’t feel badly. I can’t keep my hands off you either.”
    â€œHmmh.” The playful look in her eye belied her annoyed reply.
    He shrugged, grinning. “I needed the oil.” He turned the brown bottle upside down and poured some into his palm. “Watch in the mirror,” he said.
    At first she couldn’t see anything. Standing behind her, he started on her shoulders. “I didn’t want to get any in your hair,” he explained, rubbing oil into her shoulders. The cinnamon scent swirled and tickled her nose. He worked his way down her back, skillfully massaging the muscles over and between her shoulder blades.
    â€œThis would feel better if I were on the bed.”
    â€œSo eager for me?” he chuckled.
    Surprise, she realized she was.
    He oiled the spot just above her ass. “Just wait.” His slippery fingers quickly slid over her most private entrance, and she gasped in shocked surprise. In the mirror she saw that her nipples were tautly erect.
    â€œMy God,” she breathed.
    â€œStand still.”
    â€œI don’t know if I can.” She swallowed. “My knees . . .”
    He stood behind her, closer now. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass through his silk shorts. The heat of it permeated the cloth.
    He poured more oil into his palms and ran them over her stomach. She looked in the mirror and saw that famished black-wolf look in his eye. He roughly massaged her breasts, pushing them together, making her seem much more voluptuous than she was. Watching his capable hands mold her breasts into such erotic positions, she couldn’t believe it was her.
    In the mirror, their gazes met. Both smoldered. He surrounded her. Everything she had, he could touch, suck, caress. And she wanted him to.
    When his hand ran over the newly shaved area, Zoe moaned and dropped her head back against his shoulder. When his hand slid between her thighs and his talented fingertips slithered over her clit, she knew she’d do whatever he asked.
    â€œNo, not here. Get into bed.”
    She staggered toward it, and put her head on the pillow.
    â€œHave you finally lost your need to control everything?” he whispered.
    Incapable of speech, only a small sound came from the back of her throat. She ached for his touch. “I want you, Phillip.”
    â€œRemember,” he said softly. “I give the orders.” He straddled her and gathered her wrists. Somehow, he grabbed a silken cord, and he tied her hands to the headboard.
    â€œI’ll do whatever you want.”
    â€œHave you realized yet how liberating it is to have all choices made for you? I want your complete surrender, Zoe. I want all of you.”
    She lifted her wrists so he could more easily tie them.
    He sat back and looked at her. A tantalizing finger traveled over her stomach and