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represent my cock?”
    Why, yes, I could. Just look at that heart race.
    She slipped another finger inside.
    “Another.”
    Her breath hitched, but she added a third and slowly started moving them.
    And slow just wouldn’t do.
    “Harder. I’d fuck you harder.” Because it was the truth. One day soon, I’d show her just how hard.
    A faint blush spread across her chest. Yes, she liked it when I talked dirty to her. She liked it dirty and rough and dominating.
     I felt myself grow harder as I imagined myself in the place of her fingers. My cock pumping in and out of her. My cock being
     the cause of her moans.
    She was close. Her breathing got rougher and the flush on her chest darkened. Her lips opened and closed.
    I leaned in closer. “Now.”
    She let herself go and, damn, there wasn’t a sight on this earth as beautiful as Abigail when she climaxed—the concentration
     of her face, the taut lines of her body as release washed over her, the soft moan falling from her lips . . .
    Next time, I promised my straining cock. Next time she climaxes, you’ll be inside her.
    She opened her eyes and looked over at me. Her gaze dipped down to my pants.
    See? I wanted to say. See what you do to me?
    “That was an easy orgasm, Abigail,” I said instead as her eyes came back to mine. “Don’t expect that to happen often.
    “I have a previous engagement this afternoon and won’t be here for lunch. There are steaks in the refrigerator you will serve
     me at six in the dining room.” I looked over her still-flushed body, now covered with a faint hint of sweat. “You need to
     shower, since you didn’t have time this morning. And there are yoga DVDs in the gym. Make use of them. You may leave.”
    Not to brag, but I completely smoked Jackson on the racquetball court. I chalked it up to immense sexual frustration.
    “Damn,” Jackson said as we slipped into the booth at his favorite sports bar. “What’s gotten into you?”
    “Abigail King.”
    “Abigail,” he mused while looking over the menu.
    “Abby to you. She lets me call her Abigail, but everyone else calls her Abby.”
    He raised an eyebrow.
    “Just a little thing between us.” I looked at the menu, wanting to change the subject. “You having your usual?”
    “Yeah. Why change a good thing?”
    The manager came by to make small talk with Jackson. Sometimes it was annoying being related to a celebrity. I checked my
     phone, scrolled through a few e-mails. Nothing urgent.
    “So,” Jackson said when the manager had left with our orders, “tell me about this Abby. Where did you meet?”
    “She works at the Mid-Manhattan Library.”
    “A librarian? I never knew you had a librarian fantasy.”
    “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
    He laughed as if he didn’t believe me. “You bringing her to Mom’s benefit?”
    “If she agrees. Who are you bringing?”
    “I can’t think of anyone to ask. You find someone, you let me know.”
    As if I knew so many available women. I thought back to the woman I’d been with right after Melanie—a submissive with the
     need for hard-core pain. Needless to say, that had been a short relationship.
    “Sure, Jackson. I’ll make sure to call you.”
    After lunch, I drove by the office. For some reason, I didn’t want to be in the house. I wanted Abigail to have time to acclimate
     her-selfto my home and thought she would stand a better chance if I wasn’t around.
    At six, I walked into the dining room to find Abigail waiting with a mouth-watering steak on the plate at my seat.
    “Fix yourself a plate and join me,” I said, cutting into the steak. It was the first real meal she had cooked for me, and
     it didn’t disappoint—the steak was juicy and tender.
    She joined me, but we ate in silence. She looked deep in thought, and that worried me a bit. I wondered what had her in such
     a contemplative mood. Maybe she was thinking about leaving. Maybe she’d had enough. Maybe she didn’t want this after