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spirit because Max had held her securely from behind.
    Just like Sean had bid him to do.
    Max may have been his boss. He may have been Genevieve’s husband. But in the bedroom that night, it’d been Sean who was the undisputed master.
    Hold her tight. Don’t let her move. She’s all mine.
    No, none of that feral passion was here tonight. Sean seemed focused but calm as he led the woman over to an upholstered chair. He unhooked the leather cuffs from her wrists before he turned her around and seated her like a cordial gentleman. Genevieve stepped across the threshold of the room, still in the shadow of the door. She didn’t want to lose sight of him as he walked behind the woman and the chair.
    He drew the woman’s wrists behind her head and bent her elbows, forcing her hands to fall behind the chair. He refastened the cuffs. The woman’s sleek torso stretched. Her back arched, sending her small breasts into further pronouncement.
    Genevieve bit off a soft moan when he reached down and gently tweaked a distended nipple. The woman’s thighs clamped together and she squirmed in the chair.
    â€œNone of that now,” he chastised softly. He came around the chair and leaned over her lap, pushing her legs wide and draping her thighs over the corners of the seat.
    The woman pressed down with her pelvis, trying to get friction on her spread pussy. For a second, Sean’s head lingered near the junction of the woman’s thighs. The blonde tensed expectantly. Genevieve felt like a heavy stone dropped in her gut. She started to back out of the room, suddenly wanting to be
anywhere
but in that time and place.
    But then he stood. Genevieve let out a shaky breath of relief, careful not to make herself heard. A distant, screaming voice shouted for her to leave. To escape. If Sean had glanced over to the door as he walked over to a bedside table, he would have seen her standing there like a stunned deer in headlights. The horrible thought couldn’t galvanize her into action, though. It was like she was stuck in an emotion-filled, carnal dream.
    An exciting, tortuous nightmare.
    The woman cried out when he pulled out a flesh-colored dildo from the bedside table.
    â€œNo. I want your cock.”
    â€œYou’ll get it if you ever learn a measure of patience, darlin’,” he murmured as he walked back toward the woman. She’d heard him call other females “darlin’” before, and it never sounded insulting. Instead, his low, resonant voice and New Orleans accent made it into a tender endearment.
    Dawlin’.
    Strangely, Sean had never called Genevieve that.
    His penis was still erect and bobbing in the air before him. He set down the dildo on the arm of the chair, ignoring the woman’s sound of disgust when he tucked his cock back into his underwear and fastened the first few buttons over the pronounced bulge.
    He leaned over the arm of the chair and calmly, efficiently inserted the rubber dildo into her spread slit. The woman bucked her hips back and forth when he fully sheathed the sex toy. She whimpered in rising excitement and desperation.
    Sean left the dildo inside her and sat down on the cushioned arm of the chair, his long, jean-clad legs bracing him. He placed one arm along the back of the chair, his pose casual but also effectively preventing the woman from lowering her restrained wrists.
    He began to caress her perspiration-damp torso. His hand looked big and masculine spread over the female’s delicate, heaving rib cage. He caressed her ribs, belly, and waist languorously while the woman panted and moaned and flexed her hips against the penetrating dildo with increasing franticness. He played with her breasts, gently squeezing and stimulating the hard, small nipples until the woman growled in frustration.
    â€œMake me come,” she begged. “Please.”
    Her arousal felt tangible to Genevieve; as if she shared in it.
    The female’s hips