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muscles covering his sexy body. To experience firsthand the
feel of that huge luscious cock sliding deep inside her, stretching her,
satisfying her the way he did those two women in the video she’d pilfered years
ago.
    Heather glanced at the clock.
    Six hours.
    Plenty of time.
    A silly grin took up residence on her face.
    * * * * *
    Pierce pulled his midnight-blue Mercedes up to the curb in
front of Heather’s condo and shut down the engine. Any lingering doubts about
her wanting to be with him were obliterated by the gleam of lights blazing
through every window facing the street. With a few added candles to boot.
    He gave his diamond-studded watch a cursory check. Right
on time.
    Unable to suppress a grin, he reached across to the
passenger seat and scooped up the two-dozen fiery-red roses whose potent aroma
had been competing with the smell of new-car interior for the last half-hour.
    Once out of the vehicle he took a deep breath of cool fresh
air and made his way to her front door.
    “It’s Pierce, sweetheart. Let me in,” he said when she
answered the intercom buzzer. There was a wealth of meaning behind that
request. He wanted in her apartment, in her arms, in her mind, and his dick
buried deep inside her lithe body.
    She waited at the top of the stairs. The short black dress
that slashed across the top of her tanned trim thighs jump-started his lust.
    If they’d had an established relationship, he would’ve
walked up to her, drove his tongue between her lush red lips and his fingers
deep inside her warm, dewy pussy.
    “You look gorgeous.” He stopped two steps below her, putting
them at eye level.
    “Thank you.”
    Pierce hid a smile at the hint of a quaver in her voice. His
little tomboy harbored a bit of insecurity. A reminder that he needed to put a
temporary harness on his escalating desire. Slow things down a bit. At least
for tonight.
    “Let’s go in. Get these in water.” He handed her the
flowers.
    “They’re beautiful.” She gathered the bouquet into her arms
as she moved aside to let him enter, closing the door behind him. She brought
the flowers up to her face. “Mmmm. They smell wonderful.”
    “Glad you like them.” He moved in close, bent his head to
the crook of her neck. Drew a deep breath. “But they don’t compare to how
wonderful you smell.” He stepped back, looked into her expressive face and
smiled. “Nervous?”
    After the slightest hesitation, she shook her head. “No.”
    He raised a brow.
    “Yes. A little.” She lowered her lashes.
    He drew her chin up with light pressure from his fingertips.
Met her gaze. She had the most beautiful brown eyes. Deep, glossy pools
replicating the world’s richest chocolate, they revealed so much of what she
was feeling. If one were experienced enough to know what to look for. Like he
did. “It’s okay. I expect you to be a little nervous. We’ll take it slow.”
    “But I don’t want you to tak—”
    He placed a finger over her lips. “Shhh.” Tapped. “First
thing you need to learn is it’s not up to you. You gave up that right when you
unlocked the door.” He canted his head in the general direction of the gaping
doorway. “Now it’s my turn to unlock a few doors. Doors that will allow you to listen,
accept, obey without question. None of which can be taught in a single
evening.”
    Pierce could see she wanted to say something by the slight
firming of her lips. To her credit she held back. He leaned in and kissed her.
When she sought a deeper union, he stepped back.
    “I think before this goes any farther we need to get
something straight between us. You’ve known me for a very long time. I’ve made
no secret of how I feel about commitment. I’m not looking for—”
    This time it was she who put a finger over his lips. “I
know. You’re commitment phobic.” She gave him an eye roll and small smile. “You
don’t have to explain it to me. As you said, I do know you well.”
    Pierce looked into her candid,