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her in the cab. What he would do once they got inside. The possessiveness of his touch.
    He opened a door painted bright blue, took her into his apartment. There was light coming from a floor lamp, illuminating the space. In a brief glance she took in the sleek, modern furnishings, the long wall of exposed brick. There were sketches all over the walls, framed in simple black or pewter frames. Robots, spaceships. One really excellent nude of a woman reclining in a chair. But she didn’t have time to think about it. He was slipping her coat from her shoulders, leading her to the big L-shaped sofa done in a heavy dark blue canvas.
    “Have a seat.”
    It wasn’t a question. Why did that make her entire body vibrate with need? She sat, and he settled next to her. She noticed once more the way his dark shirt pulled against his broad chest, making her want to reach out and stroke the fabric. To feel the bulging muscle she knew lay beneath. She flexed her fingers.
    “Are you nervous, Mischa?”
    “What? No, of course not.”
    “What, then?”
    “I…I don’t know,” she admitted. “Maybe just that I know something different will happen tonight. Something more than what I’ve experienced before. I’ve done a few things…been to a couple of fetish clubs. But you’re more…serious about it, I think.”
    “Does it make you afraid?”
    “No.” She shook her head, not wanting to admit it. “No.”
    He smiled. “We’ll see if that turns out to be true.”
    “You seem to take some pleasure in the idea,” she said.
    He grinned, his green-and-gold eyes glittering. “I
am
a sadist, Mischa.”
    That made her laugh. “Fair enough.”
    He took her hand then, brought it to his mouth. Brushed his lips over the back of her fingers, making her shiver. With his gaze still on hers, he unfolded her fingers, one at a time, kissed each one. She’d never had such attention paid to her hands before. Had never imagined what it might do to her. With each press of his warm lips against her skin, her body was going hot, melting all over.
    He paused to ask, “Do I have your consent, Mischa?”
    “Mmm…what?”
    “To have my way with you.” He grinned gorgeously.
    She grinned back. “Definitely.”
    “What about a little pain with our pleasure? And I’m asking now in this abbreviated way because, to be honest, I can hardly wait.”
    She loved to hear him admit that he wanted her, loved the husky tone in his voice. “Yes. Definitely.”
    “We still need to have that talk before anything more serious happens. But right now I just need to touch you.” He slipped one hand around the back of her neck, exerted the smallest pressure there, and she was surprised—shocked, really—at her response to it. It made her feel commanded by him. And also taken care of in some weird indefinable way she couldn’t explain to herself.
    “Yes, later,” she murmured in agreement.
    “Come on, now,” he said, his tone low. “Lie back for me, my girl.”
    He used the hand on her neck to guide her, until she was recliningon the sofa. He got up so that he had one knee on the cushions, leaning over her.
    “You really are beautiful,” he murmured, almost as if he were talking to himself.
    He let the hand slide from around her neck to her collarbone, then down between her breasts, stroking her cleavage, the tops of her breasts. The heat of his hand scorched her, her nipples going hard.
    “I love these stiletto heels. That you wear these thigh-high fishnets beneath your dress. Come now, let me see you.” He kept his gaze on her body as he swept the soft knit fabric of her dress up her thighs, revealing her black lace panties. “Very nice,” he murmured. “But let’s have off with them, shall we?”
    He slipped them off, smiling as her bare flesh came into view. His gaze flicked up to hers for one moment before he looked back at her shaved sex. He touched her, just his fingertips, a light, feathering touch over her aching cleft, and pleasure