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thrust deep and withdrew. He was waiting. “I like it when you fuck me.”
    He drove into me again and stopped, his face hovering a few inches from mine. “So why did you lie to me earlier?”
    “I was scared.” I bit my lip.
    “Scared of me?”
    “Scared of…of wanting you.”
    “You should never be scared of wanting me.” He began to move again, his cock thick, stretching me; I wasn’t used to it yet, but I’d never been so wet in my life. “You don’t need to be scared of begging me to fuck you. You’re mine, Catriona.”
    The voice was a breath in my ear, and I wanted so badly to say it aloud, to agree with him. The words were in my mouth. I’m yours. I’m yours, please fuck me. Please fuck me as hard as you want.
    I turned my head away, trying not to speak as he thrust into me. I was close to breaking from pleasure, and he knew it. He could wait, and I... I clenched around his cock and heard him groan, increasing his pace, slamming into me faster and faster.
    “Say it.” His voice was rough. “ Say it. ”
    I couldn’t. I’m yours. I pressed my lips shut on the words, but there was no denying my body. I came hard, tipping over the edge into oblivion, shuddering with pleasure as he came, too. He shot into me and I felt my pussy clench around him. I was lost in pleasure; I would have done anything if he asked.
    He did not ask. He leaned his head against mine, his breath coming short. When I opened my eyes, I saw that his eyes were still closed. His face was troubled, and my pleasure fell away into a sort of sickening fear. I was very aware of how I must look with my skirt shoved up around my waist, my hair mussed, my lipstick almost certainly smudged. I hadn’t pleased him. How could I? I’d been losing myself and to him, this had just been…
    I looked away as he let me down, and smoothed my skirts over my legs. My fingers were shaking, and I could feel his wetness between my legs. I was very aware of who and what I was. With far too much clarity, I remembered my anger at Nate—and my thought that Dominick, at least, wanted me. But it had been a passing interest, clearly, something he’d have taken in his office and then been done with. I could have spared us both this charade of dinner if I’d only given in to what I wanted.
    “Catriona.” His voice was a command, and my head jerked up. “What’s wrong?”
    “You weren’t…” My lower lip trembled, and to my horror, I felt tears come to my eyes. “You didn’t like it.”
    “I didn’t like it?” he repeated incredulously.
    “You didn’t really…” I shut my mouth on the start of a sob. I might as well say it; then I could get back to the real world again. I squared my shoulders and looked him in the eyes. “You didn’t really want me. It’s okay.”
    “Never say that again,” he said at once. He stepped forward, pinning me against the wall. “I will not tolerate you saying things like that. I will not tolerate you believing things like that. I want you. I want—” His voice broke off and he took a deep breath. “Would you like to finish dinner, or go home?”
    It was such a polite question that I started to laugh, shakily, sniffing away my tears. I shook my head as I considered, helplessly. It was too much, all too much. I wasn’t even sure what had just happened.
    “I…I’d like to go home. I’ll go get a cab.”
    “We’ll take the car,” he said firmly. He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear and opened the door, leading me back out into the restaurant.
    “We can’t come out together,” I whispered. “They’ll know we were…”
    “So?” He raised an eyebrow.
    “It’s…”
    “Entirely inappropriate?” He wove between the tables, a hint of a smile on his lips.
    “Yes,” I said, stung that he didn’t seem to be taking this seriously.
    “More or less inappropriate than me taking you in my office?” he asked, as if this was some kind of academic discussion.
    I stopped and pulled my hand out of his.