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eyes.
    His groin tightened, throbbed.
    There was nothing innocent about her; he knew that. No, the girl had plenty of experience already. That was what was so striking. Shocking, almost. That air of innocence, the way she looked, and that wicked bit of knowledge about her.
    How delicious that he would have his hands on her soon, would touch her bare skin, push his fingers into that tiny body …
    He pulled his stiff and aching cock from his trousers, ran his fingertips over the head, groaned aloud.
    Yes, just to touch her. To bind her. Make her his.
    He curved his fingers around his hard shaft, began to stroke, pleasure spearing into his body. Deep. Intense. And the girl’s face always in his mind, just behind his eyes.
    So beautiful. How much more beautiful in the ropes?
    Using his free hand to lean up against the cold glass, he stroked harder, faster, his cock so swollen, so sensitive, it almost hurt. But the pleasure was swallowing him up; he couldn’t stop.
    Ava …
    He could see her in his mind’s eye, bound in the black ropes, his favorite. So dark and evil-looking against her pale flesh.
    His hips thrust forward, into his tight fist.
    Would she feel this tight inside?
    Had to find out. Fuck. Had to fuck the girl. Had to, had to …
    Ava …
    He pumped faster, so damn hard it really did hurt now. And he came into his hand, his vision blurring, the glimmering bay diffusing in front of him.
    Christ. That girl. That face . His legs were shaking.
    He leaned his shoulder into the glass, half collapsing against the window. His hand was covered in come, the scent hard in the still, cool air.
    To come into her …
    He had to get some God damned control where this girl was concerned if he was going to play her. And he was going to. But tonight he just needed to work some of this tension out of his system. Yes, that would be all that was necessary. He’d get it together before he saw her. Even if he had to spend the next week jacking off. Every day. Five times a day. It may well take that. But he’d do it, get it together. By the time he saw the girl, he’d be in perfect command of himself. Of her. This was what he did, why he was an expert. The control itself was a big part of what he was in it for. What he wanted, craved.
    He groaned.
    That was exactly the problem. He wanted it too much with this girl. What he wanted most was fucking with his head for the first time in his life.
    D ESMOND WOKE TO the sound of the telephone. He opened one eye and peered at the clock. Eight a.m. He was usually an early riser, but last night he’d been up until at least two in the morning, getting himself off over and over again. In the shower. In his bed. His body couldn’t seem to get enough. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
    Damn it . He had to answer the phone; it could be a client.
    “Hale here.”
    “Desmond, it’s Marina.”
    “Oh. Hi.”
    “Ah, a little grumpy this morning?”
    He shoved a few pillows behind his head and leaned into them. “You are the only person on this earth who can get away with saying something like that to me.”
    She laughed. “That’s because you don’t dare to contradict me any more than my playthings would.”
    “Don’t push me, Marina. Someday I could have you in my ropes, you know.”
    “Hardly. I’d just as easily tie you up.”
    “It’s a standoff, then.”
    “As usual. So, tell me, why the difficult morning?”
    “I was up too late.”
    “Work?”
    “No.”
    “You’re being very closemouthed, Desmond. You know damn well I called to talk about Ava, to see what you think about her.”
    “I offered to work with her; you were there.”
    “Yes. And?”
    “And what?”
    “Oh, come on, Desmond. I was there. I saw the way you looked at the girl.”
    “How exactly did I look at her?”
    There was a brief pause. “Like you were going to eat her alive.”
    “Maybe I was.” He had to smile at that.
    “So, you’re pleased with her?”
    “So far. Yes.”
    Marina laughed. “You