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sugar and honey. Like heaven, even as he knew the hard thrust of his fingers inside her was going to send him straight to hel .
    Her body relaxed and opened up to him even more as he laved her clit with his tongue in rough strokes before sucking it firmly with his tongue, her hands moving into his hair as she pressed her hips harder against his mouth. And then he could feel her vaginal muscles begin to tighten and clench around his fingers, could measure the heavy weight of her clitoris against his tongue, and knew she was about to come.
    More than anything, he wanted to take her over the edge. He wanted to be there with her when she cried out. Wanted to hear his name on her lips and know that he had made her feel better than anyone else ever had.
    Shit. What the hel was he doing? He'd come here for simple pleasure, to take what Janica clearly gave so freely to everyone else, and had ended up on his knees in front of her.
    With nothing more than a kiss, she'd made him a slave to her pleasure instead of his own.
    It nearly kil ed him to force himself to abruptly move away from her and stand up.
    Her eyes flew open and her legs trembled hard enough for her to stumble back onto the couch.
    “Luke, what—”
    “You're not ready yet. But I am.”
    She looked shocked by the words coming out of his mouth. Even as he undid his belt buckle, he felt the tug of something in his gut, a twinge that told him he was being a complete asshole, and that she didn't deserve it.
    He'd always been a considerate lover, was always gentle, careful to make sure he took care of his partner's pleasure first. But tonight he wanted to know
    —needed to know—what it was like to have a hot, talented mouth on his cock make him come first. Before his lover.
    A lover who was so ripe with arousal that she would do anything, absolutely anything he asked.
    Even if he had no damn right to ask it.
    Even if he was being driven by al the al wrong reasons.
    Even if they both hated him in the morning. Certain that Janica had the talented mouth he'd been craving, and that she was so close to climax she could taste it, he pointed to the wooden slats in front of his boots and pul ed down his zipper.
    “Get on your knees.”

Chapter Six
    Lying half on, half off her couch, her underwear tangled around her knees, her pussy throbbing with the desperate need to come, Janica couldn't believe what she was hearing. And from Luke Carson!
    Had he real y just said, Get on your knees ?
    She looked up at his face, wanting to make sure that it real y was Luke standing before her, rather than some dominant stranger that had taken his place when she was on the verge of losing it beneath his mouth and fingers.
    No one had ever talked to her like that before. No one had dared order her around, either in or out of bed. Not only did she run her own design firm, she took control of everything else in her life, including her lovers. But as she lay there, staring at him, the rush of anger that should have been coming at his outright order wasn't coming. Life had never been a puzzle to Janica before. She'd never been the type to waste her time philosophizing. Her motto had always been to just “shut up and do.”
    Tonight, however, any which way she looked, everything was a puzzle. Not only Luke's behavior, but hers too.
    Why wasn't she talking back to him? Why wasn't she informing him in no uncertain terms that she'd do whatever she wanted whenever she damn wel wanted to do it?
    And most of al , why did letting Luke take the reins
    —temporarily at least—make her feel so safe? Almost comforted. Protected.
    Al the while, as her brain wrestled with itself, Luke's eyes were on her, moving from her soaked pussy to her breasts and then her face.
    At first glance his eyes were hard, and yet, when she looked closer, in the smal spaces between heartbeats, she could see something else in their green depths. Something that made her heart clench tightly in her chest.
    Luke was in pain. And it