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holding her. “And then I’d force you to your knees with your hands behind your back. And I’d demand your honesty. Do us both a favour, Julia. Don’t lie. Don’t hold back.”
    “Okay,” she said, bravely meeting his gaze. “In that case, I want…”
    “Go on,” he said when she trailed off, bravado evidently failing her. “Ask for it. Tell me what you want.”
    “More,” she admitted.
    “More of what? The kissing? Me pulling your hair? Me undressing you?”
    “I want to experience what you’re talking about, but just for tonight. I’m a statistician. I like to understand how things relate to one another, and I’d like to be a better friend to Lana. But tomorrow I’ll go back to my regular, scheduled life.”
    “Is that what you want? One night with no strings attached?”
    “Most men would jump at that chance.”
    “I’m not most men,” he told her.
    In his arms, she shuddered. “So are you refusing?”
    “No. I’ll play by your rules, if you play by mine. Tell me your secrets, Julia, all of them. Hide nothing from me.”
    Though scarlet stained her cheeks, she continued to meet his gaze.
    “Is your pussy damp now?”
    “Jeez, Marcus. Could you be any more blunt?”
    “Master Marcus,” he corrected. “I don’t mince words. Since we only have tonight, we don’t have the time or energy for prevarication.” He lowered his voice a bit, ensuring she heard seduction as well as command in his tone. “Answer my question or I’ll find out for myself.”
    She tightened her hands around his wrists. “You can take my word for it. I’m more turned on than I usually get even when I’m having sex.”
    The admission fed his ego and drove his determination to give her an experience she’d never forget.
    “I liked the small amount of pain. I never thought I would. And…” She paused. “I think I’d like it if you squeezed my nipples.”
    Her boldness surprised him. He’d anticipated she might ask for a second kiss. This was considerably more than he’d hoped for. “And I’d like to. Unbutton your blouse the rest of the way, Julia.”
    Slowly she let go of his wrists and took a step back. He held on to her shoulders, keeping her balanced.
    She looked up at him, and he was tempted to compromise by undressing her. But he remained resolved. “I told you there will be no doubt this will be consensual. I’d love to play with your nipples, to make you squeal. I want to knead your breasts and hold them. And if you want that too, unbutton your blouse.”
    She knitted her eyebrows together in apparent indecision.
    He folded his arms. In silence, he waited. More than a decade ago, Damien had mentored him in BDSM. Marcus had learnt when to be patient and when to push his submissives. Julia might not be a sub, or his, but he knew he needed to wait for her to act. What he really wanted was to rip the material from her, exposing her body to him.
    She dropped her gaze to the floor. If only she was aware how submissive she was intuitively behaving…
    Julia untucked her blouse from her skirt and unfastened the bottom button. Her fingers shook slightly. As she moved higher, the trembling became more pronounced.
    He ached to move her hands aside and finish the job himself. Instead he stood there, the sweetness of anticipation making his blood hum. He saw the creamy colour of her skin and the delicateness of her collarbone. With her blonde hair hanging in wild abandon and her shirt open to reveal the stark white of her lacy brassiere, she was femininity and seduction in one beautiful package. “Look up at me.”
    Her mouth was parted slightly and her chest rose and fell rapidly, but she did as he had instructed.
    “You’re absolutely lovely, Julia.”
    She parted the silk then shrugged it from her shoulders.
    He extended a hand, and she obediently hung the blouse from his index finger. “I appreciate your trust,” he said. “And I give you my promise nothing will happen unless you either ask for it or