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all of you.”
    Her pussy throbbed in time with her pulse, and his possessive words made her nipples bead. But she wasn’t sure she believed him. “You shared Alyssa.”
    He smiled bitterly. “No. I couldn’t share what I didn’t have to offer. She refused to give me all of her. She shared herself.”
    “And you let her. Didn’t it bother you?”
    “Yes. But it was what she needed, and as her Dom, I was responsible for giving it to her.”
    She couldn’t help pushing the issue. He wanted honesty? It was going to start with him. “Bull. I may know little about BDSM, but I’ve heard about topping from the bottom, and if there was ever an example, Alyssa was it.”
    He released her wrists. “You’re right. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “You always talk about what she needed.” She ran her hand down his cheek, scraping across his stubble. “What about your needs? Who took care of you? Who made your fantasies come true? Do you even know what they are?”
    He turned his head into her palm and held her hand on his face. “You. It was as if you walked straight out of my dreams and into the police station.”
    She inhaled sharply. “Why? Because you found me beautiful?”
    “There’s no question you’re every boy’s fantasy with your blond hair and blue eyes. The sweet girl next door who turns into a vixen in the bedroom. But that’s not why. It was the way you refused to interrupt by asking for a chair and the way your eyes lit up when I requested it for you.” He bit into the fleshy pad of her thumb. “You didn’t look at me like I was a man under suspicion of murdering his wife. You looked at me . . . like I was a hero. And for a brief second, I felt like one. Not a man who needed his wife’s money to set him up with a business. Not a man who lived in a house that never felt like a home. Not a man who’d failed to save his wife. You made me believe my life was beginning at a time when it felt like my life was ending. My second chance to do it right.”
    A pang of bitterness made her stomach clench. “I’m not Alyssa. I don’t need you to save me.”
    “You’re right. You don’t need anyone.” He slid his thumb over her bottom lip, and she fought the urge to suck on it. “That’s what makes your submission such a precious gift. Any Dom with half a brain would kill to have you on your knees before him with your soft, plump lips wrapped around his cock and those blue eyes staring up at him like he was loved, especially when it had been years since any woman had looked at him like that.”
    The heat of arousal rushed through her veins, and her body went soft and liquid.
    He made her want to embrace her submissiveness and prove how much he deserved it from her. This man gave and gave and gave and asked for so little in return. Alyssa had been a fool, but Kate wouldn’t make the same mistakes.
    Tonight, it was his turn to take .
    “Let me take care of you tonight, Jax. Whatever you need. Take it. Use me.”
    His pupils grew large, darkening his eyes. “You don’t—”
    “I’m removing my bondage hard limit. Tie me up.” She placed her hand over his heart and felt its beat accelerate. “I trust you.”
    “Are you sure?”
    She nodded, her nipples tingling at the thought. “You’d never harm me.”
    “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, her only warning before he put his hands on her hips and lifted her off the step. She clung to him, and he carried her up the stairs as if she were weightless. With strong, purposeful strides, he brought her to his playroom. He flicked on the lights and dimmed them to a comfortable twilight. Her gaze roamed over the room, once again taking in the normalcy of it. Simple furniture for complex uses. But as she looked at it with different eyes, she realized he had hid the kink in plain sight. The gorgeous armoire he’d hand-carved was used for storing sex toys. The bench could be used for spankings. Of course, the St. Andrew’s cross