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get. The thought of tying her down,
    forcing her to admit the needs of her body, or his needs, was nearly more than his self-
    control could bear. The thought of introducing her to the pleasures of a ménage a trois ,
    hearing her screams of pleasure echo in his ears, had his cock so hard it was a physical
    ache.
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    He wanted Tess to have every touch, every sexual experience she could ever
    imagine wanting to try. He wanted her hot, wet, and begging for his cock. He wanted
    her to admit to her needs, just as he finally admitted to his own. He wanted Tess, now,
    tomorrow, forever. However he could get her, every way she would let him have her.
    Cole watched the flush that mounted her cheekbones, the flare of interest in her
    eyes that she quickly doused. She thought it a game, a sexual repartee that she could
    easily brush aside later. But it didn’t change the fact that Tess had given such ideas
    more than a passing thought. He could see it in the hard rise and fall of her breasts, the
    swollen curve of them, the hard points of her nipples. They were nearly as hard as his
    cock.
    She couldn’t know, he thought with a thread of amusement, just how much he
    would enjoy doing both things with her. The dominance level he possessed was
    incredibly high. Introducing her to being tied down, teased, tormented, or sandwiching
    her between his body and Jesse’s—
    He had to forcibly tamp down his lust. Not that sharing her would be easy, or
    would happen often, but there was a particular pleasure in it that could be found in no
    other sexual act. The thought of total control of her body, her desires and her lusts was
    an aphrodisiac nearly impossible to resist.
    “Tess, you shouldn’t dare me,” he warned her carefully. “You don’t know what you
    could be asking for, baby.”
    He felt honor bound to give her one chance, and one chance only, to still the raging
    desires building inside him. She didn’t know, couldn’t know the sexuality that was so
    much a part of him. A sexuality and dark desire he had been willing to dampen for her.
    But her bold declaration that she could handle them was more than he could resist.
    “Maybe I do know.” He loved the breathless quality in her voice, the edge of fear
    and lust in her voice was a heady combination.
    “I would fuck your ass, Tess,” he growled advancing on her once again. “Is that
    what you want? My best bud sinking in that tight pussy while I push inside your back
    hole. You would scream, baby.”
    The idea of it was making him so hot he could barely stand the heat himself.
    “Hmm…” Her pink lips pouted into a moue of thoughtfulness. “Sounds interesting,
    Cole. But you know, I couldn’t allow just anyone such privileges.” She sighed
    regretfully. “Sorry, darling, but it appears you’re out of luck.”
    Oh, she was in trouble. Cole kept his expression only slightly amused, allowing his
    sweet Tess to dig her own grave.
    “And what qualities must a man have to be so lucky?” he asked her as he
    deliberately maneuvered her against the wall, his body pressing against hers, not
    forcing her, but holding her, warming her.
    For a moment, an endearing vulnerability flashed in her eyes. His heart softened at
    what he read there. Mingled hope and need, a flash of uncertainty.
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    “Something you don’t have.” He wondered if she heard the regret in her voice.
    “And what would that be, baby?” He wanted to pull her to his chest, hold her,
    assure her that anything she needed, anything she wanted, was hers for the asking.
    She pushed away from him, her natural defensiveness taking over again, that flash
    of pain in her eyes overriding her need to play, to tease and tempt.
    “Heart, Cole. It takes a heart,” she bit out. “And I really don’t think you have one.”
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    Tess walked away quickly, anger enveloping her. It did little to tamp the desire or
    the raging cauldron of emotions that threatened to