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responsive and so ready to give in, if only she would let go. Even a little.
    “What about a safe word?”
    She didn’t say ‘no’ and satisfaction curbed the sharp edge of his desire. He could afford the patience they would need, and when he was done neither of them would be able to walk. “Pick anything you like. If you say it, I’ll stop.” Paul bit the juncture between her shoulder and her throat, but not hard enough to mark her.
    “Oh, God.” She dug her nails into his shoulders and he laughed.
    “That won’t work, because I want to hear you come later.” His cock gave an enthusiastic throb of agreement.
    Lillianna leaned her head back. “I really can’t think when you’re doing that.”
    “No?” He loved the angle and the access it gave to the gentle swell of her breasts above the strapless outfit. He could tease and torment himself with another trail of nibbling caresses to the top of one breast. The musky scent of her was distinctly female and he wanted to slide under that dress, and explore the taste of her arousal.
    “No.” She cupped his nape and arched in demand.
    He didn’t give into it. “Then try. You need a safe word and you need to say ‘yes.’” Steadying her, he withdrew and waited.
    She stared at him, her breath coming in short, hard pants. Yeah, she wanted him. “Turtles.”
    Biting back a laugh, he nodded. “Turtles. If you say ‘turtles’, then I stop.”
    “Yes.” Eagerly she approached him again, but stopped when he held up his hand. “What?”
    “Take the dress off.” He leaned on the wall and folded his arms. She agreed to play and he wanted their mutual pleasure to last.
    Hesitation flickered in her gaze, but she reached for the zipper on the side of the dress and gave it a tug. The creation fell to the floor with one motion, leaving her clad in a white strapless bra, panties and, God help him, stockings—real ones right down to the garter belt. The paleness contrasted decadently with her chocolate skin. She turned the simple, ordinary pieces of lingerie into something far more provocative.
    Licking her lips, she stepped out of the dress. He swallowed the groan trying to escape. The idea of touching her interfered with his ability to think straight.
    “Turtles?” He double-checked before his brain went completely offline.
    “Turtles,” she confirmed.
    Not wasting time on any more conversation, he caught her hand and guided her to the bedroom. He’d barely been in the borrowed apartment for longer than to sleep or shower since he arrived. But it had a very generous-sized bed and plenty of privacy. All the way down the hall, he put together his plan of action.
    She may have called it play, but it was far from a game. He was a Dom. He liked to be in charge—particularly in the bedroom. Some of the guys were into kinkier shit, they got off on sadomasochism with very compliant and willing partners. Not him.
    He liked his partners willing and obedient, but preferred to draw out the pleasure—controlling a woman’s reactions and building her anticipation until he allowed her release. It would be the pinnacle of their gratification, but by no means all of it.
    In the bedroom, he turned on the light and drew her toward the bed. “I have three rules. You will obey them.”
    “And they are?” She threw out the verbal gauntlet without hesitation.
    He allowed it. She didn’t know the rules.
    Yet.
    “First: no speaking unless I ask you a question, and your safe word if you need it.” Her eyes widened. Expecting another outburst, he gave her a moment to absorb the information. “Do you understand?”
    She licked her lips again, and he focused unerringly on the erotic action. His cock gave another throb of need. Yes, he wanted to feel her fasten those plump lips around him and suck for all she was worth. As attractive as the thought was, he had to push it aside.
    She gratified him with a single nod in answer to the question. She understood.
    “Excellent.” He