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enough light. Darkness blanketed him as if it was a demon covering its lover and he reached for her.
    “You’re not fine,” he said, touching her shoulder again. His words and tone masked the delight brought on by her fear. He’d practiced that neutrality, honed his ability to mask what should send any sane-minded woman running. Callista…she wasn’t so sane-minded after all. He recognized that now, in the wake of their last encounter. Fear and arousal—everybody experienced those emotions. Most people didn’t experience them at the same time, one feeding the other.
    Callista’s shoulders drew up toward her ears. She half turned toward him and touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. Mikal cocked his head, fascinated by the tell. He’d seen her do that before but hadn’t realized it was a product of fear.
    “I am fine,” she answered. “I’m ready to work. Do you want to go upstairs or should I set up down here?”
    “I want to know what you were running from.” A thin gold chain gleamed at her nape. Mikal hooked his forefinger behind the clasp and tugged, drawing the chain taut around her throat. She swallowed hard and her breath hitched. He smiled. “And I want to fuck you today. Take off your pants.”
    She blinked. “Now? Right here?”
    “I’m hard now. Don’t tell me you’re not ready. You’re so close to coming, your face is on fire.”
    Callista pressed her palm to her cheek. The next flush of red was a layer of embarrassment on top of arousal. She turned her face away. “I can’t do this today. I have other clients.”
    Cocking an eyebrow, Mikal moved to face her full on. He lifted her chin with his index finger and guided her eyes to meet his. “I’ll pay for their shares of your time.”
    “I’m not a prostitute.” She squared her jaw and straightened her shoulders in a show of defiance.
    Any other time, he would have smiled. He enjoyed working the defiance out of a woman who hadn’t yet come to terms with her submissive leanings. Most women he knew these days didn’t fit that bill. Most women he encountered were too well-trained, too aware of exactly what they wanted out of scenes and relationships. Callista, however…striking Callista with her angular features and long, boyish body, feared what she wanted. Didn’t know how to ask for it. He’d enjoyed casual sex with her in the past, but the things she’d revealed today made him want more. He wanted her fear. The quick pace of her pulse and the outline of her nipples through her shirt told him she wanted her fear too.
    “It wouldn’t take anything for me to make you spread your legs.” To prove it, he grasped her biceps and lifted her up and back against the wall. Crowding close, he wedged his leg between her thighs and pressed his erection against her hip.
    She exhaled a soft, quick puff of breath and dug her fingernails into his forearms. Her pulse fluttered rapidly at the base of her throat and her voice trembled when she said, “Mikal, stop.”
    “I don’t think you actually want me to stop.” He lowered his head and kissed the vulnerable spot below her ear. She whimpered and clamped her thighs around his leg, squirming in a way he wasn’t sure she was even aware of. Her breath quickened as he freed one hand and found her nipple with a light, punishing pinch. “Tell me the truth, lover. Does no mean yes?”
    She turned her face away from him. Mikal drew back far enough to watch her expression while he shifted his hold from her arm to her hip. When he maneuvered her legs around his waist and closed in hard against her pussy, her throat worked but she didn’t speak. Bright spots of color stained her cheeks and her parted lips looked swollen even though he hadn’t kissed her. Overcome by a need to be inside her even in a small way, he bent to claim her mouth. He took his time, grinding against her pussy and stroking his piercing along the roof of her mouth. Her low moan told him what he needed to know about