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couldn’t seem to hide.
    He wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin, then set it beside his plate. “Have you lost your appetite, Rebecca?” he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.
    She looked at him, and said, “Maybe a little.”
    He pulled his chair out from the table. “Come here.”
    Oh God.
    He cocked his head, his eyes assessing her. “What has you so nervous?”
    “This...you,” she admitted quietly, lowering her eyes.
    “Does this make you so uncomfortable that you want to use your safe word?”
    She exhaled slowly. “No.”
    “Have you been thinking about your punishment earlier today?”
    “Yes.”
    “Is your pussy still hot and wet, like it was when I put my hand to your bare ass?’
    “Yes,” she croaked out.
    “Look at me, Rebecca.”
    When she met his dark gaze he asked, “You didn’t touch yourself did you?”
    “No. You told me not to so I didn’t.”
    That brought smile to his face and her insides leapt with pleasure. “That’s a good girl, Rebecca.
    And like I told you earlier, good girls get rewarded.”
    God, yes...
    He sat back in his chair and silence hung for a long time. Her inside twisted with desire as she waited to see what came next, not daring to make the next move, and loving that the decision wasn’t hers to make. That realization shocked her, but more importantly, excited her beyond anything she’d ever known. Honestly, she had no idea how much she wanted this until he’d spanked her, until he asked her to submit to him. She wasn’t sure how, but the powerful Quinn Montgomery had somehow tapped into her deepest, darkest desire—ones she didn’t even know she had until now—and forced her to examine herself from the inside out.
    And she was damn grateful he had...
    “I assume you wore the lingerie I left for you.”
    She nodded.
    “Don’t nod at me. Speak.”
    “Yes,” she answered. “I wore the lingerie.”
    “Show me.”
    Moisture broke out on her skin and she glanced around, aware that his staff was milling about, and here, near the ocean, with candles outlining their silhouette, if someone happened to sail by, they’d be able to see her.
    “Show me,” he repeated, only harsher, the warning clear in his tone.
    A small noise sounded in her throat as she released the zipper at the back of her dress, allowing it to slip from her body and puddle at her feet. Quinn just sat there, taking his time to look at her body in the sexy clothes he’d obviously chosen with care.
    “You have a beautiful body. You shouldn’t keep it covered.” A long pause then, “Come closer.”
    She stepped toward him, her shoes sinking in the sand.
    “Take off your shoes.”
    She slipped out of the heels, the sand warm beneath her toes.
    “Get on your knees.”
    She sank to her knees before him, and he cupped her chin. He lifted her face until her eyes met his. Then his hand trailed over her cheek, her neck, until he reached her cleavage. He lightly touched her, feathering his thumb over her breasts, before trailing his fingers back to her mouth. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip, then pushed it inside her mouth.
    “Show me how you suck,” he said.
    Rebecca closed her mouth around his thumb and sucked deeply, using her tongue to brush the rough tip. When she heard a tortured moan, her body quaked, hoping... praying , he’d replace his thumb with his cock. Her mouth watered for him, aching to be stretched and filled, pushed beyond her limits.
    He pulled his thumb out and ran it along her neck, wetting her skin with her saliva. “Do you like to suck cock, Rebecca?”
    She nodded, but then remembered she was supposed to speak. “Yes.”
    His voice dropped an octave. “Would you like to suck mine?”
    “I would.”
    As Quinn stood, and unbuckled his pants, she shivered in anticipation. With his instructions clear, she released his cock, and when she caught a glimpse of his impressive size and girth, her womb clenched with need. To know she could make him this