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The idea of him, of what he was, scared her, and maybe that would never change. But she felt safe in Koenraad’s arms. That had to count for something.
    He pushed open a door, and she raised her head. He’d completely bypassed the bed, and now they were in the enormous master bathroom. It was nice and everything, but the bed would be a lot more comfortable…
    “The other part of the good news is that we get to take a boat trip to the mainland,” he said. There was a slightly apprehensive look on his face as he lowered her.  
    “That sounds great,” she said truthfully as she took a step back so she could more easily see his face.
    “It’s a bit of work I’m doing off the books. I’ve got… a friend who works at a lab, and I want him to examine some water samples.”
    “I thought you were in security.”
    “It’s a security issue. I’m afraid the trip will take most of the day, so we won’t have time for sightseeing. Assuming you want to come at all. Obviously you don’t have to.”
    Did he have any idea what she would be doing if she were in New York? Yelling at distributers, appeasing angry customers, teeth chattering in the winter cold. “You forget that all of this is new to me,” she pointed out.  
    “The view of the ocean is likely to get monotonous pretty quickly,” he said. “I would fly, but I don’t want this trip on the record. By boat, I can get in and out and no one will know.”
    “It honestly sounds like fun,” she insisted.  
    “I’ve got to take care of something before we go. I should be back in an hour and a half. You know the security codes on the gates, so if you want to take a car, feel free. Keys are in the ignitions.”
    She looked around the huge bathroom. “I think I’ll manage.”
    The relief on Koenraad’s face made her feel a little guilty. He’d begged her to extend her trip, but that didn’t mean he was responsible for entertaining her every second of every day.
    “Can you spare five minutes?” she asked.
    His smile and slow, knowing nod did dangerous things to her heart. She wondered if he knew how gorgeous he was. It was tempting to ask, but instead she groped for the hardness distorting his boxers. She wrapped her fingers around his girth. Silken warmth surged between her legs.
    “The sooner I leave, the sooner I’m back,” he said, but there wasn’t much conviction in his voice.
    “Then we’ll be fast.” Her hands fumbled with the elastic of his boxers. The day before, she’d tried to give him a blow job but he’d pushed her away, and instead he’d licked her pussy like he couldn’t get enough. Twice now he’d gone down on her, his mouth bestowing countless orgasms, but she hadn’t been able to return the favor. Yet.  
    She sank to her knees in front of him.
    “Monroe,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You—”
    She sucked the bulbous, thick head of his cock into her mouth, and his protest turned into a long groan.  
    His hand settled on her head, and she could feel that he wanted to push her away. But the weight stayed there, and soon he was guiding her with a gentle but firm touch, urging her deeper onto his shaft.  
    The man liked to take control in bed, and Monroe didn’t mind. It was a refreshing change from Thomas, who wanted to sit there and think about his stock portfolios while she bobbed on him until she went numb.  
    Her mouth grew wetter as she sucked, and the salty-sweet flavor of him swirled on her tongue. He tasted… amazing.  
    She made a satisfied sound deep in her throat as he pressed deeper. She wanted him to come in her mouth, to lose control. Hell, she craved it, and she didn’t even like giving oral. Rubbing her tongue over the head of his cock, she vigorously worked his shaft, squeezing the base in her fist. The robe was fully open now, and it slowly slipped off her shoulders.
    “Oh god—” He roughly jerked away, both his hands on her head. “Monroe.”
    He pulled her to standing, and she blinked up at him,