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“You were just expecting to cash in someday on your good deed, I bet.” He moved back slightly so her feet slid down to the floor. “A down payment for good karma. Cynical, really.”
    “I am actually very, very greedy.” She ran her hands under his jacket and moved it off his shoulders. “For instance, I don’t like to share.”
    He tsked. “What if you have something everybody else wants?”
    “Everybody?” she asked, nibbling his collar bone.
    He nodded, a chuckle rumbling beneath her lips.
    She smiled. “Poor them.”
    “Good answer.” He let his jacket fall to the floor and began unbuttoning his shirt.
    “Take off your shoes, too,” she said. “And socks.” She stepped back and watched. He gave her a lazy grin and went slowly, taking the time to lean against the wall as he moved, never taking his eyes off hers.
    He was perfect. Real, broad, narrow, smooth, hard, male. She reached forward to trace the dark feathering of hair down his belly but he waved her hand away. So close to the delicious shadow above the fly of his jeans, she pouted and tried again.
    He grabbed her wrist and held her tightly. “Greedy and impatient. I’ll have to teach you to behave.”
    She shook her head and sighed, staring at the muscles flexing in his abdomen. “Good luck with that.”
    “Oh, it’s not luck.” He bent over and removed his shoes, then peeled off his socks, exposing the bunched muscles of his back. When he stood up, barefoot and stripped to the waist, he was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. It was difficult to swallow.
    “Show me,” she whispered.
    He nodded, not smiling, and took her elbow. “Don’t worry about the bed. You won’t be on your back.” 
     
     
    Now what? Paul stroked the soft skin under Bonnie’s forearm and guided her past the kitchen towards his favorite room in the house, determined to live up to the expectations he had built. He wanted to make it unforgettable for her. 
    But he was having trouble thinking clearly. Trouble thinking at all. She was too damn perfect and he wanted her too much, so he kept forgetting to go slow, plan a couple steps ahead, get creative, hold the wheel. He prided himself on his control, on his care and his timing; he could submerge his own weak needs and keep a woman teetering on the edge, just where he wanted her, until finally driving them both off a cliff.
    Bonnie threw himself into his arms. Soft, solid, female, unpredictable. “Kiss me again.”
    He smiled and bent down, intending just one little taste, but soon she had wrapped her fingers around the back of his head and was sucking his tongue into her sweet mouth.
    Control, my ass . He drew back until his lips were half an inch above hers and barely managed to say, “Not yet, sweetheart. Hang in there.”
    “Not so bossy, now, are you?”
    That got him. He grabbed her wrists. “You like bossy, don’t you?”
    She sighed, smiling. “Afraid so. It’s boring to be the only one with any balls.”
    “Christ.” He shoved his hand down the front of her underwear and cupped the soft mound of curls. “Don’t talk like that.” He bent his middle finger and stroked it between the folds. 
    “Balls balls balls,” she taunted softly, but her eyes were unfocused, distracted by what his hand was doing between her legs.
    “Now turn around,” he said, “and keep walking until I tell you to stop.”
    “Can’t,” she gasped. “You’re holding—”
    He drew his finger out of her pussy, ruthlessly ignoring her clit, and rotated her roughly in his arms so that her tantalizing ass was pressed up against his cock still encased in his jeans. He stroked his hands up along the sides of her waist, feeling her tremble, finally settling beneath her breasts. “Beg me.”
    “Don’t think so,” she said, but he felt her chest heaving beneath his touch, and knew how bad she wanted more.
    With the flick of a fingertip, he teased one nipple, then snaked both hands through her hair and whispered into her