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quickly. All she needed to do was put this room out of her mind and get down to business. Besides, he’d already seen what she had to offer.
    She shifted her attention to the floor and went to work, pretending she was alone in her bathroom getting ready to take a bath. She undid the white pearl buttons as fast as possible. When she’d completed her task, she let the cotton dress drop to the carpet, where it pooled at her feet.
    “Look at me.”
    Her head snapped up.
    “Good.” Approval lightened the fierce expression but he didn’t look any less scary. “But no out-of-body experiences.”
    She faltered at the hook of her bra, frowning. How had he known?
    He chuckled and pointed to her half-naked body. “The rest of it.”
    Out of nowhere rose a swift agitation. Irritation swelled in her throat and she fought the impulse to growl. Stomp her foot. Start a fight. Anything.
    “An outburst won’t help you.”
    She ground her teeth, shooting him evil death glares. When did he become such a darn mind reader?
    A cocky, devilish grin quirked his lips, making him look impossibly sexy. Her eyes narrowed into slits.
    “I never expected you to be such a fighter. I like this side of you.”
    Unexpected pleasure rose like a phoenix from the ashes of her anger. “You do?”
    “Yes.” His gaze, a lazy path down her body.
    “But I thought—”
    “Get on with it,” he said with that edge she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to.
    Was this going to be her punishment? Standing naked in front of him while he scrutinized her? From what she’d read, there was much worse. She put aside her discomfort, kicked off her sandals and rid herself of her bra and panties with record speed.
    Naked, she forced her shoulders back instead of covering herself. She would not cower.
    “You have a beautiful body. Lush and curvy in all the right places.” He circled her like a jungle cat sizing up his prey. “With the most delectable ass.”
    She gasped as he squeezed the curve of her hips, his thumbs pressing into her fleshy behind. The world tilted as he glided over her sides and palmed her breasts, rubbing her nipples with his callused fingers.
    Of course, he’d touched her breasts before but this felt…different. There was no longer anything tentative or gentle in his touch. She was being handled. She bit her bottom lip, locking her knees so they wouldn’t wobble.
    “What am I going to do with these breasts?” He rolled the almost painfully hard buds.
    She squeezed her lids shut, her breath quickened. It was happening. The whole dominance thing. Excitement and fear swirled inside her.
    “Hmmm…we’ll just have to see what I can come up with for my little tiger.” He moved lower, between her legs, dipping into her moist heat. “Not too nervous to get wet, I see.”
    The statement surprised her. She hadn’t realized she was aroused but now that he’d called attention to it, she couldn’t deny the undercurrent of desire rushing in her veins, filling those wanton places inside her with a hungry ache.
    He circled her clit. Oh, it felt good and she was so slippery. Her head fell back.
    This was punishment she could get used to.
    Teeth scraped against her exposed throat. “I’ve thought about fucking this lovely cunt for two weeks.”
    Her lids flew open as heat spread up her neck and filled her face. She’d never expected Mason to use such a crude word. He’d always been a gentleman. It made her dizzy. She tried to pull away, straighten, anything, but too late she realized he had a death grip on her.
    “You have only one escape, Anna.” His voice, a low, wicked threat in her ear. “You’re not going to use it before you’ve had your first orgasm, now are you?”
    She squeaked, panic and anticipation an aphrodisiac to her quickly overloading system. Wetness gushed into his waiting palm, embarrassing her.
    He laughed, a sound so sinful she flushed on top of her already hot cheeks. “I think it’s time you got acquainted with