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hated him, Michelle wanted nothing more than to be tangled up in Roger Hollins' sheets tonight.
    “ Eat your food, ” he commanded her. Dazedly she realized that their food had already arrived. He must have ordered for them before he got here. No doubt he knew they wouldn't spend long in the restaurant. It had only been a ruse, a vehicle to get her back to his place where he would have his way with her. Beyond fighting him, his hand still burning through the flesh of her upper thigh, Michelle did as he said.
    The ride to his penthouse had been nearly unbearable with Michelle wanting nothing more than to see this gorgeous man naked. She hoped he'd at least kiss her in the limo, but Roger Hollins appeared to be a man of infinite control and patience. Once he knew that he'd acquired her – as easily as he'd acquired her company – Michelle noted bitterly, he had all the time in the world to make good on his demands.
    When the limo finally stopped after what felt like an agonizing eternity, Roger led Michelle through the opulent lobby of his building and into an elevator. They rode the car up in silence with his heated eyes devouring hers, promising her what she knew was already to come. She wished now that she'd drunk more of the wine when she had the chance. Her heart beat out of control, pulsing loudly in her throat. She felt certain he could see and wished more than anything to know if he felt the same way, fearing all the while that he didn't. She was only the prey, after all. No more than the little mouse is to the wicked cat.
    She'd barely had a chance to register his massive penthouse suit, so different than her own humble apartment, before Roger swept her into his arms, molding her body against his in a passionate kiss, his lips crushing and bruising hers. She hadn't even time to come up for air when his fingers raked under her blouse, expertly unclasping her bra. He slid the flimsy satin up, his mouth leaving a hot trail of kisses down her throat as his tongue worked its way to her heaving breasts. She moaned when his mouth clasped one nipple, suckling greedily until it stood stiff against his hot lips.
    “ You have no idea how much I've wanted to do this, ” he whispered between urgent kisses. She thought she detected a ragged quality to his voice as though he lost a tiny bit of his all encompassing control. In the next second, Michelle felt herself being lifted into the air as Roger carried her to his bedroom.
    Michelle was in a daze, lost, transfixed. Somewhere in her peripheral, she recognized the huge master suit as being fashionably sparse. The city skyline twinkled in the blackened sky through the floor to ceiling windows. She felt herself being lowered onto a huge bed, covered in a thick down comforter. Roger stood up straight, studying her sprawled out form. She couldn't help but wonder what he thought, his eyes hooded and his mouth set in a firm line as though he had come to a resolve in what he would do next.
    “ Take off your skirt, ” he commanded thickly.
    Michelle's fingers hastened to obey. She wondered, briefly, why he hadn't told her to remove her blouse too when she realized that she no longer wore it. She almost laughed to herself. She couldn't even remember it coming off. With her skirt removed, Michelle lay on the bed clad in nothing but her skimpy panties.
    She squirmed under his scrutiny, silently begging him to remove his damned suit so she could see him at last, but Roger seemed to be enjoying this little power play of his. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer, reaching a hand up to him, she heard herself plead.
    “ Please, ” she panted. “ I can't wait any more. ”
    As if she'd landed on the magic words, Roger grinned down at her, a devious smile that made his blue eyes shine like the devil's. Slowly, he loosened his tie before pulling it off his neck completely. He folded it neatly, placing it on the bed along side her. He did this with each article of clothing, keeping his