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didn’t want to let him go, my clit was still bobbing, shooting out darts of extreme pleasure that rattled up my spine and settled in my chest.
    “That’s it, take what you need,” he panted against my cheek. “Take it all, I have plenty more where that came from.”

Chapter Four
    Plenty more where that came from? Oh, God, he was up for doing it again? Could my fantasy get any better? I thought of the other scenarios I’d entertained in my head and knew that yes, it could get better.
    “I’ll take whatever you want to give me, Sir,” I said, out of breath and hotter than I’d thought I was going to get when I’d woken up this morning.
    “Well, now, there’s a challenge if ever I heard one.”
    He gave me a smile that melted my insides. I was ready to go yet again. Multiple orgasms would rule the day every time I was with him, I knew that. There was something about him that set me off, tripped all my switches and created total blackout, where nothing existed except him and me, what we were doing and the feelings I got from it.
    Could I handle such a sexy man? One that was so on my level?
    Fuck, yes.
    He licked my earlobe. Gave my arse an extra hard squeeze. Sharp stabs of pain radiated through the flesh, zooming in on my clit again. My internal muscles clenched.
    “And it seems your cunt wants more—that you want more…”
    “Yes, I do, Sir. When do you propose to give me more?”
    He licked down my neck then said, “We don’t usually get the same train back, but if we made it so we did, I assume you’d be ready for me on the way home? In here, against the wall?”
    “I want something different,” I said. “I get bored easily.” I paused to make him wonder what I was thinking. Waited for him to fill the void.
    “So you like variety,” he said. “I’m very pleased about that. It seems we’re well matched. Me a Dom, you a sub.”
    “I’m not a sub and never will be. I only called you Sir because you said you prefer it that way.” I bristled, disliking being plonked in a category that I didn’t think I belonged in.
    “In denial?” he asked, easing out of my pussy then lowering me to the floor. He put his hands on my shoulders and massaged, arcing his thumbs back and forth over the sides of my neck.
    “No, I’m just not sub material, that’s all.” My legs were wobbly, as though what we’d done had sucked all the stability out of them. As though his little stick had been the catalyst in draining me of energy. How the hell was I going to get through my work day?
    By thinking about him, that’s how. By relishing the pain on my arse every time I walk around, remembering how it got to be so sore.
    “I beg to differ,” he said.
    I stepped to the left then turned my back on him to give him some privacy in sorting out the condom. I heard the sound of his zip and waited a few seconds before swiveling to face him again. I put my knickers and skirt on.
    “You can beg to differ all you want.” I smoothed my palms over my clothes, straightening them out. “But I know exactly who I am—and I am not a sub.”
    He held up his hands as though admitting defeat. I could almost hear the words “We’ll see!” as they floated through his mind. He wore his emotions on his face—and as a Dom he might do better if he learnt to mask them. A sub could easily take advantage of him if they wanted to.
    Suddenly, I didn’t want a sub doing that to him. Oh, I didn’t care about him, didn’t love him or anything like that, but I imagined that could come in time. If we both wanted it. I just didn’t want to see him topped from the bottom without realizing it.
    “So,” I said, deciding to change the subject before he insisted again that I was someone I wasn’t, “you may want to have a little nap once you get home because our next encounter is at three a.m.”
    He widened his eyes, scraping one hand down the side of his cheek. Was he fighting the urge to tell me not to give him orders?
    “What?” he