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lips swollen from his kiss. Her face was flushed
and he could clearly see the hard points of her nipples through her peasant’s
blouse as she unbuttoned it. As usual she wasn’t wearing a bra and the dark
areolae were visible through the material. She was just as affected as he was.
    He licked his lips, hungering to feel their
pebbled tightness stab against his tongue. His natural desire for her piled on
top of the lust Zebadiah had stirred in him earlier. He felt like he was ready
to burst as the seams.
    “You can’t wait ‘til we get to our
bedroom?” She kicked free of the wadded cloth at her ankles.
    “No. I can’t.” He grasped the edges of her
blouse and jerked, shredding the material until her luscious breasts were
exposed to his gaze.
    “You bastard! That was one of my favorite
tops.”
    “I’ll buy you another one. Submit to
me…please.” The plea in his voice wasn’t easy to overlook, but he didn’t think
he could handle one of her reluctant sub games right at this moment. He was too
close to the edge of his control.
    “And if I don’t wanna? Something tells me
your hard cock isn’t just because of me, or is it all those fawning women at
the book signing?” She crossed her hands over her bare breasts, meeting his
gaze head on.
    He growled, jerking down his fly. He
immediately sprung free of his slacks. “Like I’d ever fuck around with any of
those groupies.” He hauled her up against him, rubbing his erection against her
stomach. Leaning in until his nose touched hers, he narrowed his eyes. “For
you, for him, what the hell does it matter? It’s your pussy I want to bury it
in.”
    She arched a brow at him. “So?”
    He released her with grumble, wanting to
punch something. Why did she have to be so contrary when he needed her? It
normally turned him on, but after sitting through three hours of a book signing
with a hard-on from hell while women flirted with him, he was desperate. Desperate
enough to even take matters into his own hands. “Dammit, Stephanie. Either
submit or safeword.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Fuck it. I’ll go jerk
off.”
    Evidently his frustration and desire
must’ve finally registered with her. Her expression softened. “Whoa, calm down,
tiger.” She placed her hands on his chest. “I didn’t realize you were so close
to the edge. I wouldn’t have teased you if I’d known. Let me take care of you.”
She ran her hands down his chest towards his groin.
    Hissing, he caught her hand before he came
from nothing more than the brush of her fingers against him. He’d never been so
trigger happy before, not even when he first bedded her, and it pissed him off
until he lashed out at her. “I’m the Master here, slave. Remember that. You
touch me only when I say you can.”
    She froze, tears welling in her eyes.
Confusion filled her face. “Master?”
    He cursed under his breath. He knew he was
sending out mixed signals. He wanted to kick his own ass. Hurting her was the
last thing he wanted to do. Regret warred with his lust. Releasing her hand, he
roughly shoved his cock back in his pants. “Forget it. I’m too close to the
edge.” He turned and stomped down the hall towards his study. He needed to get
a grip on himself before he did more than hurt her feelings.
    * * * *
    Standing
in the hall, half undressed, wearing nothing but her shredded top, Stephanie
narrowed her eyes as she watched Nicky retreat to his man-cave. How the hell
had that just happened? She wanted to stomp after him and demand to know what
the hell had crawled up her Master ’s
ass, but knew from experience, until he calmed down, approaching him would make
things worse. And after his reprimand, something she was unused to, she wasn’t
ready to lay herself open to another rebuff.
    Gathering her clothing up off of the foyer
floor, she dropped the wadded bundle into the laundry room off the kitchen.
Thanking her lucky stars she’d put a load in the dryer before they’d left,