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  He twined his arms around her and covered her breasts with his hands. The warmth and glorious pressure were heaven and Alice moaned in thanks. He lifted her flesh, squeezing lightly as he brushed his thumbs over the stiff peaks, making them harden further. And he claimed there was nothing special about his hands.

  Helplessly, Alice arched into the touch, throwing her head back until it rested on Damien’s wide shoulder. The jut of his erection was a steely imprint against her butt, obvious even through his trousers.

  God, it had been so long since she’d felt a man’s arousal hard and insistent against her. Had Cal ever been this hard and hot for her?

  “What are you thinking about?”

  “Nothing.” Alice shook off the unwanted reminder of her ex-husband. “Nothing important.”

  Her evasion hadn’t fooled Damien. “Him, huh?” he said, somehow knowing. “Do you doubt I can be a better lover than him?”

  The idea of Cal being a hard act to follow was so ludicrous Alice would have laughed if she hadn’t been so aroused she could barely breathe. “I don’t doubt it at all.”

  Damien took his hands from her breasts. Alice whimpered in disappointment then held her breath as he touched her again, the brush of his fingertips barely a whisper across her nipples. It wasn’t enough. The light contact made her ache for more, a physical yearning that had her body bowing, seeking more of his handling. The more she arched, the farther away he drew, so he was only ever brushing against her with that feather-light caress.

  “Damn it, Damien.” Alice wiggled her bottom, rubbing it against Damien’s erection in an attempt to tease him as mercilessly as he was her.

  His hands moved quickly to her hips, stilling them. He thrust forward so his cock jabbed against her ass cheek. “Who’s in control here, Alice?”

  The feel of his stiff pole against her made Alice’s womb contract with need. She was bound and half-naked, all of which she’d consented to. All of which she wanted. She wouldn’t pretend otherwise now. “You are.”

  “That’s right.” He ground against her. “I’ll touch you however I want. Fuck you whenever and however I want. Got it?”

  Biting her lip to keep from begging him to do the fucking part now, pretty please, oh God, Alice nodded. “I’ve got it.”

  He worked his fingers into the sides of her panties. With efficient movements he drew them down her legs. When they dropped at her ankles, Damien said, “Step out of them.”

  She did and Damien kicked them aside, leaving her naked save for her garter belt, stockings and black heels. She was made hotly aware of it when Damien walked around her, surveying her body as though considering his options for what to do with her. Not knowing was both a thrill and a frustration. Alice shifted her feet.

  “Don’t be nervous.” Damien used two fingers to lift her chin, compelling her to maintain eye contact with him. “There are rewards, remember?”

  “I remember.”

  He assessed her shrewdly. “But you’re wondering when you’re going to get them.”

  Alice shook her head. She was nothing if not a fast learner. “I’ll get them whenever and however you want.”

  Damien’s lips curved and a second later he chuckled. “Sweet Alice. You might just be perfect. I’m impatient to make you come too but the longer the wait, the better the payoff.”

  Alice stifled the groan of frustration that wanted to escape. “Are you sure?”

  “Oh, I’m sure. There’s one more thing I want you to do for me. Will you do anything?”

  Anything? That was a big ask. As much as she wanted to please him, to have him please her, Alice couldn’t bring herself to sign over that much power. She was still her own woman after all. When this night was over she’d only have herself again and she couldn’t afford to give that away.

  She looked at him, held his gaze and hoped he’d accept her compromise. “Anything within reason.”

  He simply looked at her and Alice couldn’t gauge his reaction. She wondered if she’d screwed everything up, this game they were playing. Then he smiled, a soft slant of his lips that was almost affectionate in its indulgence. “Fair enough. Would you like to know what I want?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  Damien leaned forward until his lips grazed her ear. He whispered his desire. “I want you on your knees, looking up at me as you take my cock into your mouth and suck it.”