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    She sensed Cunningham before she saw him and Jonathan seated at the other end of the vehicle, deep in conversation. The door closed, and Nolan settled next to her as the limo pulled away from the curb.
    She stared at her hands and went over the events of the last few hours. Nolan loved her. And she knew Jonathan did; it was evident in the way he looked at her and how he acted like she was the most amazing woman to ever walk the planet.
    But Cunningham? Elle peeked at him out the corner of her eye. He and Jonathan were discussing something in hushed tones. Had his inability to protect Bianca broken him?
    No, she decided. He wasn’t broken. Maybe gun-shy. Under the circumstances, it made sense. Fixing things was in his nature, but it was impossible to make people change.
    No wonder he struggled with all this. So did they really need to follow a relationship timetable? The fact that he’d so earnestly offered to take things to the next level carried enough weight to satisfy her, at least for the time being. She could afford to back down.
    Elle cleared her throat. “I think we should slow down the relationship stuff.”
    Cunningham stopped talking mid-sentence, and Elle repeated what she’d said. 
    “What do you mean?” Cunningham growled, his gaze piercing her.
    “I don’t think you’re ready for it, and I don’t want to be sent to another country because I fail to meet your expectations fast enough.” Her voice trembled.
    “You fought to start this relationship,” Cunningham said angrily.
    “Yes,” Elle breathed.
    “Would it be fair of me to introduce you to the pleasures of being fucked by multiple men, only to shut you away from it?”
    “I don’t understand.”
    Jonathan sighed. “I think Cunningham is trying to say that he is, in fact, ready.”
    “I can speak for myself,” Cunningham snapped, shooting Jonathan a dark look. He turned the full force of his ire onto Elle. “I’m not the one ignoring emails and hiding.”
    Elle’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not hiding. It’s just intense. You’re so demanding, and I don’t even understand why you—”
    “Are you really surprised, Elle? The first day we met, I fucked you in ways that no man ever had. You know what I am. And it’s becoming clear to me that you aren’t committed to this.”
    “What?” She blinked back tears. “How can I prove that I am?”
    “We know you are,” Jonathan said softly. “Isn’t that right, Cunningham?”
    Cunningham ignored Jonathan and leaned forward, his dark eyes glittering. “Would you let me tattoo my name on your face?”
    “If you wanted to.” She was sure he’d never ask her to do something like that, but she began softly sobbing.
    “Would you stay chained under my desk, eating from a plate like a dog?”
    “Yes.”
    “Will you submit to two cocks in your pussy while your ass and mouth are stuffed full?”
    A little shiver ran through her. He’d said she would have to do that at some point. “Yes.” 
    “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.” He unlocked his phone and dialed. A moment later he said, “Change my reservation to 8:00.” He hadn’t even announced who he was. He hung up, then pressed the button to speak to the chauffeur.
    “Change of plans. To the waterfront.”
    “Understood, sir. Should I notify—”
    “If you don’t mind.” Cunningham pressed the button again, cutting the contact. He removed his tie and rolled it up, placing it in one of the pockets of his suit jacket. Then he took off the jacket and set it aside. Elle’s face burned as he carefully rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned the top of his starched white shirt.
    “Lie across my lap,” he said, patting his rock-hard thighs. Elle arranged herself over him, and Cunningham rolled her shirtdress up over her breasts and slid her panties down to her shins. 
    He tapped the small of her back, and Elle sank lower until her stomach pressed against him and her nose was right in Jonathan’s lap.