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gaze. “What—”
    “It’s a vibrator.” He pushed the small egg-shaped toy completely inside. “It’s part of your costume.”
    “I can’t wear that out there.”
    He grinned. “The costume is non-negotiable.”
    She frowned. “Listen , Hollywood—”
    “No. You listen. This scene is going down the way I say.” He returned to the bag and pulled out the device that would be tucked in the pocket of his robe. He held it up for her to see, then flicked a button, powering the toy to low speed.
    Becca gasped. “Oh my God.”
    The pulsing of the vibrator would keep her aroused, interested, but it wasn’t enough to push her into climax. That wouldn’t come until he increased the speed. He grinned. That button wasn’t going to be pushed until they were on the stage.
    “Ready for the last part of your costume.”
    Becca’s eyes were glazed, her face flushed from pent-up needs. “No more. I can’t—”
    “You can.”
    He grabbed the last two items in the bag—lubrication and…
    “Oh hell no.” For the first time since she’d be nt over the table, Becca made a serious attempt to get away.
    Parker restrained he r, pressing her chest tight against the surface, holding her there. “Stop fighting this. You can’t win.”
    She obviously didn’t give a shit as she continued to struggle. Parker covered her with his body, caging her beneath him as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Hold still and I’ll give you an orgasm before we go onstage. Keep resisting and I’ll make sure you don’t come for the rest of the night.”
    “You wouldn’t dare.”
    “Try me.”
    Her eyelids lowered when she made the confession he didn’t need to hear. “I don’t…I’ve never…”
    “I know, Bec.” He didn’t say more when she bit her lip, then nodded once.
    He placed the tube of lubrication at her ass and squeezed, then worked the fluid into her tight hole. He didn’t want to rush things, didn’t want to hurt her. Unfortunately, time was not their friend. The curtain would rise on their show soon and the success of it depended on how he handled things now…behind the scenes.
    She remained motionless as he worked to stretch her too-tight muscles. Ordinarily he would never push a new lover so far, so fast, but Becca’s fantas y spoke to him. Told him she needed someone to force her to these heights. She’d spent a lifetime pushing men away due to fear of rejection. After too many years of pain and loneliness caused by her father’s infidelities, she needed a strong man to show her exactly why she was worth fighting for.
    Becca’s diligence, her determination to remain aloof and safe, must have been exhausting. Now she dreamed of someone she could trust taking control. He intended to be that man.
    Once she’d adjusted to the invasion of one finger in her ass, he upped the ante, adding another to the mix. She gasped, but didn’t refuse him.
    “You’re going to give me this too, Bec. All of you. I’m claiming it all—your cunt, your ass, your mouth.” He paused, then went for broke. “Your heart. Your soul.”
    She chuckled mirthlessly. “Keep dreaming, Hollywood.”
    With every refusal, every sarcastic comment, she simply fueled his determination to win her over. Every second in this room had proven to him just how much he truly loved her.
    Soon, she relaxed, her body accepting the harder thrusting of his two fingers in her ass .
    A knock on the door caught him unaware. Becca jerked, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept pushing his fingers into her body. The idea that they could be caught clearly appealed to Becca. Her ass clenched and she reached down to touch her clit, seeking more stimulation. Parker didn’t bother to stop her. It was too fucking hot.
    The knock came again as Shea’s voice sounded through the wood. “Ten minutes, you two.”
    “Okay,” he called out.
    Parker removed his fingers as Becca groaned.
    “You said you’d—”
    “I know what I promised, Bec.” He