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his lap, his
    arms around her. He took her chin in his hand, searched her eyes. "You are fucking beautiful, Skye. Like nothing I've ever seen before."
    A warm glow filled her at his words, the reverent
    tone of his voice.
    "And you take it well. Your body soaks it up. Revels in it." He spoke in a quiet mutter, almost as though he spoke only to himself. "Have to try some other things with you, but later. Later. You're done for now."
    He stood with her in his arms and carried her to the
    bed, laid her down and draped a blanket over her.
    "I'll bring you something to drink," he told her before walking from the room.
    She was fine lying there, drowsing, not allowing
    herself to dissect what had happened to her. She wanted to simply feel for a while, to bask in this druglike haze.
    She could easily become addicted to this.
    No, she wasn't thinking clearly. This was temporary.
    But she couldn't really think it through at the moment.
    Too sleepy. Too happy to be there, with him. Adam. Right now, there was nothing more in the world she wanted.

    * * * *
What the hell was wrong with him? Adam paced his
    narrow kitchen, a glass of water in his hand. He should bring it to her. But he needed a minute to calm down.
    Christ, the way she squirmed and moaned in his
    lap…
    He'd spanked dozens of other beautiful women. But

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    none had ever affected him the way Skye did. What was
    it about her? Maybe the way she'd fought so hard when
    they were talking about it, then slipped into it as easily as any experienced submissive the moment he laid his
    hands on her?
    Whatever it was, he had the hard-on of his life, and
    he'd been seconds from tearing his clothes off and
    fucking her senseless.
    Unforgivable, that loss of control for a Dom.
    Even now, he couldn't get the image of her rounded
    ass, her skin pinking beautifully under his hands, out of his mind. That glorious mass of chestnut hair falling over the naked skin of her back. Fucking poetry, everything
    about this woman.
    He had to get back in there. Inexcusable to leave her
    alone after her first play session. He had to pull himself together.
    He ran a hand through his hair, dragged in a long
    breath, blew it out, and headed back to the bedroom. She was draped across his bed, her pose languorous, utterly relaxed. The blanket he'd wrapped her in had fallen,
    exposing one perfect breast. Unbelievable, that gorgeous skin, the areola a dusky pink, her darker pink nipple
    swollen and so damn succulent all he wanted was to take it in his mouth…
    Instead he bent over her, helped her to sit up and
    take a few sips of water.
    "How are you?"
    "Fine. Great, if you really want to know." She smiled, dazzling him. Too beautiful.
    "I'll keep you here a while, let you come down,
    before I take you home."
    "Home? Do I have to go?"
    Her voice was a soft, husky sound. Hell, he'd keep
    her here forever, if he could.
    But of course, he couldn't do that.

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    "Don't worry. You'll be here with me a while."
    "Okay." The answer seemed to satisfy her. She closed her eyes, her dark lashes lying like a sooty fringe against her flushed cheeks.
    He sat down on the bed, avoiding touching her. His
    cock was as hard as it had ever been. He was still rock-hard an hour later when he helped her get dressed, put
    her in his car and drove her home.
    She was quiet in the car as they sped through the
    dark city. He was grateful for her lambent sleepiness.
    Grateful he didn't have to make conversation. His head
    was too twisted up.
    The point was driven further home when they
    arrived at her building and he had to help her from the car and up the stairs, her warm little body pressed
    against him all the way. The scent of her, the feel of her, was making his stomach tighten up.
    He got her inside the apartment, quickly took in the
    comfortable furnishings, the beautifully worn antiques.
    He took her coat from her shoulders, sat her down on the overstuffed velvet sofa. Her long hair was