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feet. He paces the dining area and changes directions to head for the kitchen. Our night was going so well and I ruined it by bringing up this subject. But I couldn’t just leave it alone and see where we stood in thirty days. I need to know where we’re going before I fall any harder for him.
    “It’s complicated,” Burke finally says as he crosses back to the table.
    “Life is complicated,” I shoot back. “And I need more than that. I need to know if there could be an us. Or maybe I’m totally crazy to even think about it. I mean, you run a sex club, you need to dominate everything around you, and I’m just normal. I don’t have kinky sex needs.”
    “You sure about that?” Burke’s gaze is burning through my clothes as he looks at me.
    I swallow. I pull my hands into my lap so he can’t see them tremble. Burke knows exactly what to say to turn me on. I know he’s changing the subject, but I’m not sure I can stop him. “We’re not talking about sex. We’re talking about us.”
    “All there is to us is sex.”
    Again, his words crash into me, and my heart plummets. I hate him. Or at least, I want to hate him. But I don’t know how to hate him.
    He stalks toward me. I could leave now—show him he can’t control me. But … he does. He buries his hand in my hair and tugs my head backward.
    “Tell me you don’t like this,” he says.
    I stare into his eyes, and his expression dares me to lie. He already knows me too well.
    “You know I do,” I admit quietly. My body is alive with electricity. I can feel him in every cell of my being. He lowers his head and his lips take mine. It’s a completely different kind of kiss from last night. There’s no gentleness about this. It’s hard and demanding. He takes control of me with his lips, and I give in. I am incapable of resisting him.
    He runs a hand down my neck, cups my breast, and squeezes. His grasp is almost too hard, skirting the line between pain and pleasure. I moan against his mouth. He thinks he can prove I have a kinky side by pulling this reaction from me, but I know better. It isn’t what he’s doing to me that’s turning me on—it’s him. Only him.
    Burke lets go of me, but only for a split second. Then his hands wrap around my waist, and he’s lifting me off my chair. I grip his shoulders, and my legs twine around him for support as my breasts press against the front of his chest. It’s so easy for him to manhandle me. He’s strong, solid, and capable. Truly a man to be reckoned with—something I’ve never doubted.
    His lips find mine again, and he takes my mouth. Owns every inch of it until I can’t remember how to breathe and black spots dance in my vision. He shifts his grip to support me with one arm under my ass, and his other hand works at stripping me out of my clothes.
    I slide a hand between us, finding the button of his pants and working it free. Another tug and I’ve released the zipper and slip my hands into his boxer briefs. He’s hard and huge against my palm. I want him in me, but first I want to take back some of the control he’s stolen from me. I need to turn the tables on him.
    I run my hand over his cock, gripping the thick length in my hand. Burke groans, but he’s occupied with keeping me upright while tugging my shirt over my head and unhooking my bra.
    I nibble on his bottom lip and give his cock a hard pull. He swears against my mouth as I grin.
    His lips leave mine and he bites my earlobe. “I’m going to tie those damn hands of yours.”
    I toss my head back, and my hair fans around my shoulders. “You’ll have to get me somewhere with ropes first.” The pulsing cock in my hand says he won’t be able to wait that long to fuck me. I grip him and stroke again. “Wouldn’t you rather just fuck me right here? Right now?”
    His eyes flash and he sets me on my feet long enough to strip off my jeans and soaked panties. Burke cups my ass with both hands and lifts me again. My hands scramble to