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lifted her hands and he drew her cami over her head.
    The rush of an air-conditioned breeze surprised as he slipped her bra straps from her shoulders. He leaned back and devoured her with his eyes. How had he rendered her half-naked without truly breaking their kiss?
    She tugged at his shirt.
    “Oh no you don’t,” he said, shaking his head.
    His hands circled her wrists and he twisted her arms behind her back.
    “Patience, Christina,” he said against her lips.
    What did he want? To have her naked while he remained fully clothed? Helplessly, she jerked against his iron grip. With her face forced against his flexed pec, she inhaled the scent of her own arousal mixed with the scent of his sweat.
    “Bryce,” she panted. “I need—”
    “Shh, pet,” he murmured. “You’ll get your fucking, I swear.”
    Christina’s blush seeped through her thighs and spread to her stomach, her breasts, her cheeks—full body mortification. She creamed. She hadn’t been this turned on since...since…
    Fuck-all, she’d never been this turned on.
    Her senses shimmered, her arm hair bristled. If he ordered her spread-eagle so he could deep-stroke her and withdraw, leaving her teetering on the edge until midnight, she would have obeyed without question. Whatever he’d give, she’d take. Her willing, submissive craving scared the shit out of her. She’d been aiming for his surrender, hadn’t she?
    His heartbeat thudded fast and relentless in her ear, betraying the intensity of his own emotion, despite his leisurely pace.
    Suddenly, his aim became crystal clear.
    Stretching her arms until they ached...taking her to the edge, then drawing her back...remaining clothed while he rendered her naked—they were mere shadows of where they were going.
    Not a vanilla man.
    She squeezed breath from her lungs with a slow, dragging exhalation. This time, did she flush from embarrassment or desire? Did it matter? She knew what she wanted, and she might never again have the chance to explore with a man she at least moderately trusted. She inhaled, this time focusing on Bryce’s spicy male essence and savoring the heat of his body. Truth was , she trusted him not just moderately, but completely.
    “You want me to surrender,” she said against his chest.
    “I want to devour. I want to claim. You wished. Now, I command.” He caressed the back of her neck. “Unless you don’t really want to be fucked until you scream.”
    He loosened his grip on her wrist, though he kept her pinned. She could have broken free, but she lacked the desire to try. The only thing she craved was him.
    He drew small circles on her back with his knuckles. Stretched taut against his muscles, every sensation made her shiver.
    She focused on the reassuring pace of his breath, the radiant calm of his heated skin. Her embarrassment faded with each stroke.
    “I’ll surrender, Mr. Walker,” she replied when her breath returned to normal. “If you make me.”
    He frowned. “Mr. Walker is what my students call me,” he said, evading her taunt. “You will call me...”
    For a moment, she hoped he would say something primitive and naughty like master, and she was afraid of melting into a pool of her own wetness.
    Instead, he simply said, “Bryce.”
    His eyes were dark. They were really going to do this...going to a place she’d fantasized about, but never dared speak of.
    “Surrender is given, never taken,” he said, enunciating each word, and a wrinkle furrowed his forehead. “Are you sure this is a game you’re willing to play?” His breath filled his body. “If so, for tonight, you will do as I say.” He drew her fingers to his lips like a Victorian gentleman and kissed the tips of her fingers. “And only as I say.”
    He was crazy. With rivers of anticipation running all over her skin, she didn’t really care.
    She nodded yes.
    “You will answer when I ask a question.” His voice was lower, commanding, assured. He bent to her ear and added, gently, “I
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