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conclusion from the simple realization that if there were men’s mouths more potent, there would have been reports of women dying from experiencing them like this.
    When he lifted his head and they stared into each other’s eyes, his lips wet with her mouth, she could not say her body was her own. It seemed to have melted into soft pliancy against every hard curve of his, and her pussy throbbed against the hard reminder of his cock. A disturbing reminder, a return to the reality of what he wanted from her today. The impossible.
    She was making more of this than there was. Her hormones hadn’t been indulged often enough, and Matt had hit the right buttons. She repeated it to herself fiercely, though her mind screamed that she had just drop-kicked Rule Two, always be honest with yourself , right out of the ballpark. Or was it Rule One?
    As if he were reading her thoughts, his voice dropped to a rough whisper. “You said a moment ago you’re willing to have sex. Why are you fighting me?”
    She managed a shrug, not an easy body language to pull off with her body shaking and her chest heaving with the exertion of their struggle. “If you want to fill tonight’s dance card, then I had to make sure you worked for it.”
    His lips curved up in something that would have been a smile if it wasn’t so cold and deliberate. “You deny there’s anything special between us.” It was a statement, not a question.
    “That’s your arrogance talking, Kensington. Nothing is between us but lust and about a hundred million in costs in three start-up ventures. You want me, and it’s the hunt that’s got you so worked up. Tomorrow, when we’ve sated it, you won’t even remember. We’ll get an equal thrill from seeing that steel prices went down.”
    “Then I suppose I’ll have to show you that, even though your body can be pleased in other ways, your mind and heart have only one avenue to fulfillment. I’m going to straighten up now and lay your wrists on the table on either side of you.” He unfolded her arms from her chest between them and did just that, stretching them out and placing her wrists against the smooth table surface. “I want to unfasten your bra and see your breasts. If you move your wrists, lift them from the table, I will spank you. I’ll turn you over, pull those pretty panties to your knees and make your ass rosy with the palm of my hand. I’ll enjoy it.” His voice lowered, his eyes glittering with purpose. “So do me a favor and disobey.”
    She set her jaw, lifted her chin. “You’re a pig. If you’re going to do this, don’t play your sick games. Just do it. You might be better than my…vibrator, but I doubt it.”
    “Just any guy will do, if his cock is hard enough?”
    She managed to keep her voice from breaking, but she suspected only a lifetime of discipline made it possible. “I’m sure you can get me off easy enough. You’ve had the practice. I’m just another Friday night paper doll fuck to you, same as you are to me. Change the hair, clothes, shoes . Same person, forgettable after it’s over.”
    “I see.” With a warning glance to reinforce his earlier threat, he spread open her torn blouse. It was a back fastening bra, but he simply took hold of the piece connecting the cups in the front and tore it, holding the tension on the two separated cups so she was arched off the table. His cock, still pressed against her through his clothing, slid an inch along her panties at the change in position. When he looked at her exposed breasts, to her shame, the nipples were elongated and erect, as if begging for attention. As he lifted her, her wrists slid along the table, but did not leave it, as if they were chained to the table in reality. Her hips wanted to move, to writhe against him to relieve the painful build up of pleasure vibrating along the nerves between her pussy and abdomen.
    She tried to keep an indifferent look on her face, though she was perilously close to losing control