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whispered words, in the promise they hold. Is it
really possible? Could this powerful, overwhelming man feel something for me? I
mean, I know he’s attracted to me. That in itself is still a shock to me, but the
proof is pressed against me right now, and he’s proved it many times over.
    But... what is he saying? That this could this actually be
the start of something more ?
    A warm flood of emotion washes over me.
    I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his hot breath
skating over my neck again.
    “You should know by now that I love making a woman scream,
but not from pain. And I love making a woman shake, but not from fear.” His teeth
graze my earlobe. “And you know what gets me hard? A woman who’s dripping wet
for me. Who can’t keep her legs together when I’m around. Who can’t hide the
fact that she’s turned on and begging to be touched.” He drops one hand down to
force it between us. I gasp as the pad of his thumb slides over me, gently
brushing my swollen clit through my nylons and my soaked panties.
    I dive forward to kiss him but he pulls back a touch, his
lips hovering over mine, skating teasingly over them with each whisper spoken.
    “I know I have no right to ask this, but please, stick with
me through this. Don’t make me lose you—this—because of her.”
    “Of course.” I can’t imagine going anywhere that means not
having this man’s lips on mine.
    “Do you remember what I said I need when I’m stressed?”
    I nod, blood rushing to my groin in anticipation.
    He pulls back just far enough to show me his eyes, to let me
see the flurry of intense passion, anger, and wild desperation in them. “I’ve
never been more stressed in my life. And I need you, right now. Please.”
    I want to make him feel better. I want to give him exactly
what he wants.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    I barely get the “Yes” out before his mouth is on
mine, crushing me in a frantic kiss that steals my breath and my heartbeats. I
revel in it, fisting his wavy hair as his tongue dances with mine in a
desperate way that I haven’t experienced with him before. After the roller coaster
of emotions I’ve experienced since waking up on his rug last night, I’m likely
just as desperate.
    I barely notice us moving, and then suddenly we’re in front
of the dining table and he’s releasing my legs and yanking my nylons and
panties down.
    “Don’t rip them,” I warn. “They’re my last pair.”
    “Fuck. I don’t have the patience for these damn things.”
    “I’ll do it.” I reach for them but he growls, “No!” and
seizes my wrists, pinning them behind my back, confining me. I tug playfully
against the restraint, giggling. He pauses, a curious look on his face.
    “What?”
    In answer, he slides the loosened tie from around his neck.
Winding the silky material around my wrists, he secures my hands behind my
back.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Trust me.” His mouth is on mine again, his teeth nipping at
my bottom lip. “Turn around.”
    I do, without a thought, letting his fingertips coax me
until I’m bending over the table, my cheek resting against the smooth wood,
staring at my reflection in the giant wall mirror across from us. It’s
positioned perfectly to reflect the entire tawdry scene.
    “You like seeing yourself like this?” Henry asks. I watch
him peel my nylons and panties down to my knees and push my skirt up to settle
around my waist, exposing me to the cool air and to him. He reaches forward and
runs a finger along my slit. A hiss escapes his lips. “Dammit, Abbi.”
    I smile at my reflection. “I know.” I’m soaking wet for him,
and growing all the more so by the second, watching this all unfold.
    He fumbles with his belt buckle and unfastens it. His zipper
follows quickly. He pushes his dress pants and boxers down to reveal his
powerful thighs, freeing his impressive erection. “I wish we could just stay
here all day. I would show you so many things,” he mutters, stroking