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through her nose and wrapped her hand around his wrist, steadying herself as he used her hair to drag her lips up and down the length of his shaft.
    Mac changed the height of the steering wheel and pressure eased off her nape. He shifted his weight, spread his knees, groaned . “Get your hand on my balls. You’re going to swallow.”
    Mindless, she obeyed, humming satisfaction in the back of her throat, molding her palm over the shape of his sac, squeezing gently through his pants. Mac muttered curses above her head. He shifted his grip on her hair, stroked his other hand over her shoulder and found the weight of her breast.
    “I didn’t want you to do this to me,” he rasped, rolling her nipple between his fingers. Pinching.
    Glorying in the power he’d allowed her to display, the victory he’d granted, Amy contracted her cheeks and sucked hard. His cock jumped in her mouth and he came against the back of her throat.
    “Swallow,” he said. The word sounded like a curse.
    Amy remained on her knees, breathing the scent of his body, gently licking him as he softened in her mouth. Nearby in the parking garage someone’s car alarm beeped an alert that another person approached. Mac relaxed his hold on her hair and released her. Reluctantly Amy lifted her head and withdrew into her seat as he adjusted his pants and tucked his penis from view.
    “I didn’t want you to do this to me,” Mac repeated. He shifted the car into gear and drove out of the garage.
    Amy closed her eyes. The thrill of coercing him into dominating her rapidly abated. “I’m sorry.”
    “We’ll discuss it later.” Rivulets of water cascaded over the windshield as he nosed into traffic. The thump of the windshield wipers shaped her racing pulse into a new pattern.
    Amy shivered and hugged herself as she crashed. She tried to hide her letdown from Mac. Maybe he hadn’t noticed she’d mentally evacuated the scene, earlier. Better if he hadn’t. She wouldn’t have to explain it to him, or convince him it had been for him, not for the photographer and his props.
    “It wasn’t him,” she blurted. Confession urged full truth. “It had nothing to do with him. It wasn’t wine, either. I wanted to be seen. I wanted everyone to watch me .”
    His hands fisted around the steering wheel. “Amy. This topic is off-limits right now. Don’t push it. Am I clear?”
    A sidelong glance at his profile showed his jaw set hard, his gaze straight ahead through the rain. Instinctively, she knew he hadn’t needed her confession. He knew . “Yes, sir.”
    Sir . She couldn’t help herself—the tiny little word just slipped out. Liquid heat followed the syllable.
    He shot a dark, heavy look her way. She knew that look—had known him too long to not know it—but she hadn’t expected want in his eyes. Anger, hurt, disappointment, but not lust so blatant the inside of the car was suddenly as hot as a steam room. Again. He wanted her again.
    Mac dropped her off in front of their building and headed for their complex’s parking garage. Knees shaking, she took herself up to their apartment.
    He wanted her but he didn’t want to want her. She had no idea what to do. Attempt to seduce him? Hide from him until tempers cooled and they could talk about it tomorrow? She needed to explain, no matter that part of her believed they would be better off ignoring it.
    Five minutes became fifteen, uncertainty became fear, and she dialed Elizabeth’s number.
    “I’ve made a mistake,” she confessed first thing. “I don’t think he’s coming back.”
    “Where are you?” Elizabeth asked.
    “At home. Mac dropped me off and didn’t come up.”
    “Are you safe?”
    She squinted at the locks and bolts on the front door. “The chain’s not put up,” she said.
    “But are you safe ? Not suicidal or murderous or anything in between?”
    “I think my heart’s breaking.”
    “Honey, if you’re safe right now, I have to call you back. I can’t talk.”
    Amy blinked