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neighbors, her backyard wasn’t closed off and was clearly visible from the front of the house. He couldn’t have cared less if someone saw them, but spared a moment to wonder how she would feel.
    “Samantha—” He curved his hands under her ass and made a questioning look toward the front of the house.
    She narrowed her eyes at him in defiance and, releasing his belt buckle, started in on the zipper of her own shorts.
    “I can’t wait.” Her voice was hot and full of need.
    He looked down at her, assessing. She was aroused, her lips swollen and damp, her breasts flushed from his touch. But she looked completely in control of her faculties.
    She was a grown woman, and she wanted him. He wasn’t going to try to convince her otherwise.
    “Strip for me.” Standing briefly, he worked his fingers over his own belt buckle. Her eyes followed the movement, but she did as he said, hooking her fingers in the elastic of her waistband and slowly lowering the fabric of her shorts.
    “Everything,” he ordered. A thrill coursed through him when she pinched her fingers into the side of her panties—plain cotton ones—and tugged them down her hips along with her shorts as he’d commanded.
    “On your hands and knees.” His cock jerked as she worked her clothing the rest of the way off. The late-afternoon sun made the russet curls between her legs glisten, and his mouth watered to taste her.
    There would be time for that later. With burning desire, he wanted, needed to be inside her.
    “I want to taste you,” she said. Rather than dropping to the ground as he’d ordered, Samantha reached out and took the base of his cock in her long artist’s hands.
    “I want you on all fours, little one.” Deliberately, he made his voice authoritative, anticipation catching in his throat. What would she do?
    He wasn’t expecting her to glare up at him, temper hot in her eyes, and to stroke her hand up and down his shaft.
    Dipping her fiery head, she closed her lips around the head of his cock, and Elijah couldn’t swallow the groan of pleasure that escaped his lips.
    She swirled her tongue under the ridge of his cock, then slid it over the slit in the fat head, and he found himself fisting his hands in her hair.
    Tugging her back, he glared down into her face.
    “Are you sure this is what you want?” He had to ask because he wasn’t confident he could hold back much longer.
    Uncertainty flashed over Samantha’s features.
    “Is this . . . okay?” Her hot breath misted over his erection, and it was all he could do not to thrust back into the warm cavern of her mouth.
    Her next words floored him.
    “I just want to please you.”
    Caught off guard, Elijah stared down at those glass green eyes for a long moment. She couldn’t have had any idea how potent those words were to a Dom.
    He loosened his grip on her hair very slightly—while they spoke, they weren’t playing the game.
    “I won’t be easy on you if we do this again, Samantha. I’ve told you that I’m a sexual Dominant.”
    She nodded in response, and he watched as a hint of fear and more than a little anticipation flickered over her features.
    “But for today, you may do what you want to do. I’ll do what I want to do. And it’s going to feel damn good.” He knew his grin had a hard edge to it, but he couldn’t summon anything light or playful in that moment—not when his cock was aching with need.
    That same need was reflected in her eyes. She shifted restlessly on her knees, the sunlight playing over skin so pale that she looked like she lived in Alaska rather than Mexico.
    “Suck my cock, woman.” He watched her furrow her brow, the irritation quickly melting into need as he took his cock in hand and pressed it to her lips. She swallowed the head and he groaned with satisfaction.
    “That’s right. I’m going to be bossy, even if we’re having vanilla sex. For now it’s up to you to decide what to do with that.”
    Watching through half-lidded eyes,