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Actually, a challenge,” he said as he leaned forward. “You said you’re not into vanilla anymore, so this means you’re willing to give up control—control of your pleasure, your body, your orgasms.”
    He thumbed the dial, sending a quick pulse of sensation to her clit before turning it off again with an efficient flick of his thumb. “But you don’t want to surrender to just anyone, do you? You want to make sure that the other person is worth it. Worth you, worth receiving what you have to give.”
    â€œDamn ri—” Her voice cut off as he thumbed the dial again, increasing the intensity of the vibrations to its strongest setting. She gripped the edge of the table, trying to resist the urge to squirm as the pleasure built. Quickly.
    He turned the remote off, then set it down, precisely lining it up with his dinner knife. “You’re topping from the bottom,” he observed, watching her with those deep, dark eyes. “I like it.”
    â€œAre you sure?” she questioned. She wanted to cede control, needed to in this one thing. From her teens, she’d rigorously managed her actions and choices. Having discipline gave her the chance to hone her skills with some great but demanding pastry chefs in Europe and bring that knowledge home. Losing control had cost her a career and a very comfortable lifestyle.
    Yes, regaining control had gotten her to the level of comfort and success she currently enjoyed. Sometimes though, sometimes she just really wanted someone else to make decisions for her, to take her out of her head, at least in this one area of her life. Finding the right guy she could trust enough to surrender to sexually was a fantasy she hadn’t thought she’d allow to come true.
    Yet here she was with Kaname Sullivan, the professor and author known as Professor Sex, offering to give her what she wanted, the way she wanted it. If she wanted it enough.
    Again that smile, the one that transformed him from professor to predator. No wonder his students were ninety percent female. “I said I like it, not that I’d allow it to continue.”
    She flared at that, but subsided as soon as he put a finger on the remote. “As soon as I pass your test, and I have every intention of passing it, you will surrender to me. When you do, I will make sure that you experience all the pleasure you can handle, whether it’s acting out scenes from
The Perfumed Garden
or anything else we decide on.”
    She sat back, vacillating between curiosity and caution. “You’re that confident of your talents?”
    â€œI’m confident of wanting you. I’m confident that you’re curious enough to dare, and daring enough to put your pleasure in my hands.”
    The boldness of his words and the frank desire in his gaze heated her insides. She almost asked him to turn on the remote, but the waiter chose that moment to return for their food order. “What do you say to just ordering tapas?”
    â€œI think that’s a good idea. No worries about overindulging, at least in food. Allow me?” He thumbed on the controller to its lowest setting.
    She bit her lip to keep from moaning as Kane calmly consulted with the waiter then ordered a variety of little plates, all the while discreetly working the mini controller. From the lightest of touches to full out, he had her pussy juicing, her blood rushing, her breath catching. Yet he somehow seemed to know when one second more would push her over the edge, and stopped the vibration altogether.
    â€œYou’re playing dirty!” she gasped as the waiter left after giving her a curious look.
    â€œHave to level the playing field somehow.” He smiled, placing the controller beside his wineglass.
    â€œWhat do you mean, ‘level the playing field’? Seems like you’re the one with the advantage here.”
    â€œYou think so?” He thumbed the dial to a medium setting. She