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“You must work out.”
    I can’t answer because I am busy panting. 
    I feel so completely dominated right now—blindfolded, handcuffed.  And for some reason, it feels liberating too.  I’m trusting this person enough to explore this with him.  And I might be crazy.  But I love it.
    But not as much as I’m about to.
    His mouth covers my clit, his lips closing around it like a vacuum. 
    And my hips instantly and with a mind of their own, buck against him.
    “You like that, little kitten?” he murmurs.   And then he starts licking.  And then there’s a finger involved, sliding in and out and holy-freaking-damnation.  What have I been missing out on for the entire rest of my life prior to this moment?
    I am soaking wet now.  I can feel the liquid, the moisture, pooling between my legs, but he licks it away; lap, lap, lapping.  And I am riding exquisite waves of something awesome.   That is the only way to describe it.  All of those stupid romance novels that I used to read that described orgasms as riding waves of pleasure?  They were so freaking right.  And to think that I’d stopped reading them because I thought they were unrealistic. 
    “You’re so tight, Alli Cat,” Shade whispers, sliding his finger in me.  At the same time, he is finessing me with his tongue. And I might seriously die.  And I love that he just called me Alli Cat.
    “Hold your breath for a minute,” he instructs me.  “You’re going to come.  And it will make it better.”
    I do as he says. 
    And he’s right.  I come in the next moment and holding my breath made it better. 
    I release a shaky exhale, falling limp against the bed. 
    And then without warning or any kind of clue whatsoever, other than a brief metallic rustling of foil, Shade is sliding into me.  His penis is thick and long and full and I gasp.  I wish I could clutch him and hold on, but my arms are still secured to the bed.  So I lock my legs around him and pull him as close as I can. 
    Shade smells heavenly, like fresh air and male and cedar.  I inhale him as he rides me.  He slides in and out quickly, then he slows down.  Then he speeds up.  Then he slows down. It’s excruciatingly exquisite.
    He freezes, hovering with the tip of his penis at the apex of my thighs.  
    “Say you like my cock,” he tells me, his voice hot in my ear.  The word is so naughty and I’ve honestly never said it out loud.  But I don’t hesitate now.
    “I like your cock,” I tell him. 
    “Say you fucking love my cock,” he answers.  His breathing is just a bit ragged. 
    “I fucking love your cock,” I whisper. 
    He rams into me; hard, harder, harder. 
    “Scream it,” he instructs raggedly.
    So I do.  And it feels liberating.  I always felt so repressed, so self-conscious with my ex-husband.  Screaming obscenities while a beautiful man fucks me feels amazing.  So I do it again.  And again.  And again.
    Shade was right.  By the end of the evening, in fact, by only halfway through the evening, I am screaming his name. 
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    (Or:  Another glimpse into Shade’s Male Mind)
     
     
    Shade
    Allison’s body is tight and hot and nothing like I expected.  But then, I’ve come to realize that nothing in this line of work is ever what I should expect.
    And for that, I should be thankful.
    I’m going to fuck Allison into the wee hours of the night.
    And for that, I know she will be thankful.
     
    **End cohesive thought here as all blood is diverted away from the brain and into the male head that is not capable of significant thought**
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    (Or: It’s a Great Day for an Attempted Murder)
     
    Alli
    I wake up feeling….satisfied.
    Since it is Saturday, I don’t have to roll out of bed and rush to the shower in a bleary-eyed haze.  I lie still and lazy, staring up at the ceiling, remembering last night.
    Holy. Shizz.
    Memories of Shade’s lips trailing over my entire body fill up my mind.  His fingers