e girl that fell into my office. That’s the girl I fell in love
with.”
Holy cow. My mouth drops open, and a welcome
warmth blooms in my heart. It’s joy—pure joy.
“But ha一ving said all that, I also like to do rude things to
you, Miss Steele; and my alter ego knows a trick or two.
So, do as you’re told and turn around.” His eyes glint
wickedly, and the joy moves sharply south, seizing me
tightly and gripping every sinew below my waist. I do as
I’m told. Behind me, he opens one of the drawers and a
moment later he’s in front of me again.
“Come,” he orders and tugs on the tie, leading me to
the table. As we walk past the couch, I notice for the first
time that all the canes ha一ve vanished. It distracts me. Were
they there yesterday when I came in? I don’t remember.
Did Christian move them? Mrs. Jones? Christian interrupts
my train of thought.
“I want you to kneel up on this,” he says when we’re
at the table.
Oh, okay. What does he ha一ve in mind? My inner
goddess can’t wait to find out—she’s already scissorkicked
onto the table and is watching him with adoration.
He gently lifts me onto the table, and I fold my legs
beneath me and kneel in front of him, surprised by my own
grace. Now we are eye to eye. He runs his hands down
my thighs, grasps my knees, and pulls my legs apart and
stands directly in front of me. He looks very serious, his
eyes darker, hooded . . . lustful.
eyes darker, hooded . . . lustful.
“Arms behind your back. I’m going to cuff you.”
He produces some leather cuffs from his back pocket
and reaches around me. This is it. Where’s he going to
take me this time?
His proximity is intoxicating. This man is going to be
my husband. Can one lust after one’s husband like this? I
don’t remember reading about that anywhere. I can’t resist
him, and I run my parted lips along his jaw, feeling the
stubble, a heady combination of prickly and soft, under my
tongue. He stills and closes his eyes. His breathing falters
and he pulls back.
“Stop. Or this will be over far q
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