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lifted a brow and ran a finger over her heated cheeks. “Because you are submissive by nature.”
    “I have a mind of my own and a brain. I’m not a doormat, Hunter.”
    “No, you’re not, but your body wants what I can give it, and that means doing what I say. You’re free to think and voice your opinions during our negotiations, but otherwise, you are mine for the weekend. Your job is to feel and enjoy.”
    “And that means not talking?”
    “Not talking means you’re anticipating, Rylee. Not talking means your body is listening to mine.” His arms swooped around her, drawing her hard against his chest. “Not talking means you’re ready for this.”
    Hunter kissed her hard and deep, no sweet licks, gentle nibbles, or teasing. His tongue plunged in and took control. His fingers threaded trails into her hair, gripping the silky soft strands, holding her head immobile as he plundered, nipped, and laved. He drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked until she moaned.
    Her fingers gripped the straps of his body sling. Her knees trembled as need flared from her center. Her body tingled from her toes to her scalp. His other hand cupped her ass, dug in as he yanked her hard against his rock-hard cock.
    He lifted his head. “I could fuck you right here, and you’d beg me to take you.”
    She gasped. “No—”
    He whipped her around, one arm around her waist, the other edging beneath her skirt. His foot widened her stance. “Yes. If I ordered you onto your hands and knees, you’d do it. If I bent you over right now and shoved my cock into you, you’d scream with pleasure.”
    Her chest rose and fell. She moaned, even as she shook her head in denial.
    Hunter bit the hollow of her shoulder, then licked the sting, breathing in sunshine, roses, and the sharp tang of lust. “I’m going to bury my finger inside your pussy. Am I going to find you hot and wet?”
    She whimpered, her body molding to his, giving him the answer he needed, but he’d hear it from her. “Answer me. Are you wet and hot for what I can and will give you?”
    “Yes.”
    Brushing his palm against her bare ass, he smiled. “No panties. Very good.” He eased one finger into her sheath and felt his own knees weaken. God, she was wet, hot, and throbbing. “Tell me you want me.”
    Her head lolled against his shoulder in surrender. “I want you to fuck me.”
    “And you’d let me have you right now if I wanted.
    “Yes.”
    Hunter withdrew his hands and stepped back. If he didn’t, he would fuck her right where they stood. Instead, he watched as she struggled to regain control. Her eyes were bright with desire and confusion as she stared at him.
    God, he wanted her to the point of pain—and not just physically. He’d waited so long for her, hadn’t believed he’d ever be given a second chance. Now that she was free, he had to find a way to convince her to give him—them—a second chance, “You have a choice, Rylee. Obey starting now, or I’ll send for a car to take you home.”
    Damn. The man’s voice dropped so low it nearly rumbled. Moisture leaked from her pussy, wetting her inner thighs. No way was she leaving now, and she wasn’t thinking of her company or the necessity to negotiate. She wanted this man, and she’d do whatever he wanted.
    “Yes, Sir,” she said meekly.
    “Be sure, Rylee. I’ll take you when I want, where I want, and how I want.”
    “I’m sure. Sir.” Part of her disliked adding the word sir, but she knew it was expected. It was part of the role-playing game, and she’d agreed to be his sub. For the weekend. And for the moment, it was all she’d admit to.
    He gripped her chin. “Much better. You’ve earned a spanking for your defiance. Two smacks now. Three later. When I decide.”
    “Now?” Her hand clapped over her mouth as her gaze swept the gardens. It was daylight. There wasn’t anyone around, but still.
    “Three now, four later.”
    Rylee started to protest then thought better of