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She was wild and unpredictable. Back in the office, she had squarely whipped his ass, leveraging her technique and spry movements against his enhanced strength.
    Blood rushed through his veins at the thought of being so easily dominated by a woman. And that smell! Like an olfactory aphrodisiac, the heady sandalwood scent emanating from her sweat overwhelmed his pleasure centers, intoxicating him with lust.
    “You stand here,” he ordered, leaving her in a space between the antique four-poster bed and his favorite brown leather Chesterfield chair. A low fire burned in the fireplace to the left of the chair but he wanted more light, more heat in the drafty room. He lifted the fire screen and tossed in a few more pieces of wood, using the poker to carefully rearrange them.
    With the screen back in place, he turned to look at Celia, but there still wasn’t enough light. Placing the blade on a short stack of books on the low table next to the chair, he flicked on the lamp and sank into the familiar leather embrace of his chair, the fabric cool against his bare back.
    “Take off your suit,” Evi said, stretching his legs.
    “What?”
    “Take off your suit,” he repeated.
    “I need to remove my boots first.”
    “Don’t argue with me,” Evi snapped, thoroughly enjoying his dominant role. “You’ll take things off in the order I tell you. Now take off the suit. Slowly.”
    Celia hesitantly lowered the zipper concealed beneath a seamless flap lining the front of her suit. The material was like a second skin and denied him the peek he desperately wanted. When the zipper would go no farther, stopping just below her navel, Celia began peeling the fabric off her shoulders, her pace torturously unhurried. The material clung to her olive skin.
    Fully exposed in her gray sports bra and hipsters, Celia shot a questioning glance at him. Her boots obstructed the complete removal of the suit. He’d been lucky enough to see numerous women in all stages of undress. Normally he preferred lacy lingerie but the sight of Celia in her no-nonsense unmentionables, her skin flushed, made him ache with need. He had to see more of her.
    “Slip off your bra.”
    Grasping the garment below her breasts, she pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. Without the minimizing effects of her bra and the suit, Celia’s breasts bounced into their natural place, her brown nipples puckering from the still-chilled air.
    “Bend over and remove your boots and socks.”
    Stomach knotting with hunger, he watched her breasts sway as she bent at the waist and untied the boots. The laces swished through the tiny metal rings and she shifted her weight as she jerked off first the left and then the right boot. She balled up her socks and added them to the growing pile of clothing on the dark hardwood planks.
    “The suit next,” he instructed.
    Like Venus emerging from her shell, Celia stepped out of the suit, her hipsters shielding her privates from his piercing gaze. The gray cotton was thick enough that he couldn’t tell if the mound hidden beneath was hairless or neatly trimmed and natural, his preferred style.
    “Turn around and take off your panties.”
    Facing the bed, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her hipsters and dragged them down her hips and past her thighs, letting them fall around her ankles.
    From this new vantage point, Evi saw the diagonal pink scar stretching from just below her right shoulder blade to just above her left hip. It was definitely a battle scar, probably an old knife wound, and it forced the rather ugly realities of her life into the forefront of his mind. There were others he noticed now. Cuts and scrapes and even what looked to be the scar from a gunshot wound.
    What the hell had this girl been doing? And why? What had turned that lovely, sweet young child he had once known into this hardened criminal?
    Pushing away unpleasant thoughts, he concentrated on her exquisite form. Even with those scars, she was