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    “She was a French playwright, novelist, and screenwriter. Françoise and I share a common belief. A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of a woman’s body . Honey, yours make me want to rip it off with my teeth.”
    Jesus.
    “The consequences of us hooking up again are more than I can handle.” I lick my lips and brush my hair away from my face. I’m suddenly burning up. His presence is overpowering.
    His eyes are fixed on my lips and when they meet mine, I know he knows I’m bluffing. “Of course I understand your concern and that would be acceptable if I wasn’t so attracted to you.”
    Oh, God. He’s not playing fair.
    “I can’t put into words how much I enjoyed the hell out of having your warm, curvy body up against mine when I was claiming your lips. Between you and me, I wouldn’t mind picking up where we left off.”
    “Max, you can’t talk to me this way.” I should be upset or even angry, but on the contrary, his naughty tease leaves me excited at the possibility of making out with him again—and frightened at the idea of losing my head like I did a few nights ago.
    “I haven’t been able to erase the image of your jade-green eyes watching me as I played with your sweet pussy.”
    “It was wrong. I shouldn’t have allowed things to get out of hand.” I force myself to block out how Max made me climax so hard my legs trembled for fifteen minutes straight. For the love of God, he’s not helping here.
    “You came so hard on Thursday, I want to see you lose your composure again.”
    Guilt slices through me the second he utters those words. I’m forced to relive the sweet moment his fingers plunged inside my hungry pussy. He gave me an orgasm like I’d dreamt about for years, but I gave him nothing.
    “Why the worried look?”
    “I’m confused about Thursday.”
    “I doubt there was any room for confusion, but I’ll humor you. What’s troubling you?” He brushes my hair behind my shoulders.
    “I never was able to…” I hesitate for a few seconds. I’ve never had this type of conversation with a guy before and I’m not certain how best to put into words what’s been on my mind. “I thought men always wanted their needs met. I mean, you never came.”
    I’m not sure what I expected him to say, but I surely never thought he’d laugh aloud at my confession.
    “Sweet Candy, Thursday was about taking pleasure in seeing you take pleasure. If you’re so troubled, I can put your mind at ease. My cock is aching. The thought of teasing your soft pink nipples until you… Argh, your tits will be the end of me,” he growls, cupping his cock. “I can pull down my jeans and I’m sure you won’t feel this guilty once I come gushing at the back of your throat.” He smiles. “Nothing would bring me more pleasure than to hold your head while you take my cock between your luscious lips.”
    “Max. Stop. I can’t take this anymore. You’re torturing me with your words.”
    “You know what I think about you? I think you’ve only been fucked by inexperienced boys who need a GPS system to figure out how to pleasure a woman like you. The sublime way you melted in my arms tells me you’ve never been with a man who can control you—dominate you.”
    “I don’t need to be dominated,” I babble. What kind of woman does he think I am?
    “Why do you think you came so hard the other night? It’s because I dominated every single one of your senses for my own pleasure while making sure you’d enjoy the ride.”
    He leans in again and threads his fingers in my hair. When he tightens his grip, I panic and try to wrench away. With a steady pull on my hair, Max forces me to lock eyes with him. I open my mouth to protest, but he beats me to it.
    “No talking. From this point on, it’s all about enjoying each other,” he growls.
    I press my thighs together to control my throbbing clit. His words are more potent than cocaine. Not only has he silenced me,