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this one longer, lower, left her lush mouth. He started sweating again.
    Shit! Even in her sleep, the woman tested his control.
    With a muted click, Noah secured Lauren’s wrist in the cuff. He released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.
    Everything was going according to plan. Lauren was ready sexually. If her body was available, her heart couldn’t be far behind. Her kids were gone for the night. He’d had gifts delivered. Her curiosity—and hopefully more—was aroused. And now, he had her bound to the bed, ready for anything and everything he planned to give her. All according to schedule.
    Tension squeezed his gut tight and engorged his cock even more as Noah tied a little black blindfold over her eyes and reached for the remote control. With the press of a button, the TV turned off, plunging the room into dark silence. Nearly ready, he pulled off his mask and gloves.
    Perfect.
    Gritting his teeth against the urge to rip off his clothes and get inside her now, Noah settled for leaning down and kissing his way from the swells of her breasts, up to her neck, then nibbling on her lobe.
    God, she smelled good. Clean. Like female sprinkled in…vanilla and musk. Something so her. Something siren sexy but not artificial. Lauren was too real to wear a lot of perfume. But her natural scent alone was enough to make him grit his teeth against the zipper and black denim strangling his cock.
    She stirred, shifted, moaned.
    “That’s it,” he whispered. “Wake up.”
    For an electric moment, she froze, now alert. Then she stiffened and lunged against the handcuffs.
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    Noah touched a tender hand to the center of her chest, holding her in place. With his other hand, he caressed her shoulder.
    When she opened her mouth to scream, he covered it and whispered into her ear, “I promised you naked skin and fantasies. Tonight. The whole night. Are you ready?”
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    Naughty Little Secret

Chapter Three
    Lauren froze, the unfamiliar whisper echoing in her ears. The pounding of her heart almost drowned the sound out. Almost…but she could still hear him breathing. Hard.
    As he leaned against her, she could tell that his breathing wasn’t the only thing hard.
    Oh. My. God. The stranger was in her house. In her bed. Suddenly, she was terrified. She tried to remember everything she’d ever read about serial killers and rapists. But she was blank, rushed by a dousing of cold panic.
    Half his body lay over hers. Judging from the fact her feet tangled with his calves and his wide chest enveloped her in solid heat, he was built tall, at least six feet, and like a wall of iron. While he didn’t exactly pin her to the mattress, he made moving a challenge. Well, him and the handcuffs encircling her wrists.
    She wasn’t going anywhere, and he was making sure she understood that without a single word.
    Fresh fear zipped up her spine. Holy cow, Mr. Mysterious hadn’t failed to show up after all.
    Be careful what you wish for…
    Yeah, Lauren wished she’d thought in detail about the fact a stranger had vowed to strip her down and fill her up, rather than focusing simply on how nice it was to be noticed and wanted. This stranger had sneaked
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    into her house, and he didn’t have a rousing game of checkers on his mind. Oh, God. Would she wind up a police statistic?
    “I can’t wait to be inside you, to make you mine.”
    His deep, husky voice penetrated her panic and scratched her senses. Adrenaline jolted her. She opened her mouth to scream…but his hand still covered it.
    Something about his words tore at her mind. I can’t wait to be inside you, to make you mine… His voice sounded both menacing and seductive. Did he mean those words to be a promise or a threat?
    Fear and thrill clawed at her belly. She couldn’t separate them. Her mind spun, her heart pounded, and an icy slide of dread shocked her bloodstream. With the erection he pressed against her thigh, he felt fully