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her hips. She’d be bruised from his touch but in that moment
he didn’t care. His release flowed over him. He plunged inside
her and come filled her body.
    Her head rested
against his. He licked his lips then opened his eyes.
    “ Wow,”
she said.
    He knew exactly what
she meant.
    Without pulling out,
he moved them to the bed. He lay on top of her, staring down into her
eyes.
    “ I can’t
believe you spent that money.” She cupped his cheek. Her
fingers ran over his skin, sending sparks through his whole body.
    He smiled down at
her. Jason pushed her hair out of the way and stared into her blue
eyes. “When it comes to you there is nothing I wouldn’t
do.”
    She nibbled on her
lip while she looked at him.
    “ What’s
going on in that mind of yours?” he asked.
    “ I walked away
from you.”
    He frowned. The
memory still remained a hard one to forget. He’d been down on
one knee in front of a water fountain. There had been many couples
around them at the time he’d proposed. She was the woman for
him and he’d spent hours picking the right ring to give her.
Getting down on one knee he’d been sure she’d accept,
only, she didn’t.
    Her eyes had filled
with tears as she stared at him.
    “ Why do you
have to spoil it?” she’d asked. Before he got chance to
answer, Emily turned on her heel and left him.
    “ I know.”
    “ How can you
stand to be near me?” she asked.
    Jason gazed down at
her. She really didn’t know. Shaking his head, he kissed her
lips. “You’ll have your answer soon,” he said.
    He pulled out of her
and climbed off the bed. “You’re mine for the weekend.
I’m going to run you a bath.”
    “ I don’t
need you to run me a bath.”
    He paused at the
bathroom door and stared. His eyebrow rose as he looked at her.
    “ Sir, I can
run my own bath, Sir,” she corrected.
    The urge to smile
was strong. Jason ignored it. “Remember that, because every
time you forget my title I’ll take it out on your gorgeous
ass.”

Chapter Three
    Emily lay back and
stared at the ceiling. There was no mirror above her. Jason had a
mirror above his bed at his own place. She used to enjoy watching
them make love. Jason’s body was a work of art and he sported a
tattoo on his back. On the outside he appeared a conservative type of
guy. There was absolutely nothing conservative about him. The tattoo
was of a lion. It was with black ink and he’d never gotten
colour to the design. She loved tracing the outline of the lion when
he lay out in front of her. Another part of him that was not
conservative was his domination. Jason wasn’t just a weekend
dominant; it was part of him in all of his life.
    He told people what
to do and expected to be obeyed in all things. She sensed his need to
command at work. When she’d defied him over something she saw
him tense and the way he looked made her aware he wanted to spank
her. She loved to test his control.
    Many of her lunch
breaks had been spent fantasising about him calling her into the
office to punish her. She’d never been bent over his desk and
punished. The thought of him spanking her ass sent a new wave of
arousal through her.
    She heard the water
running. This was another part of Jason. He took control in
everything. He had the money and the power to do it. Look at what
he’d done in that hall. He’d outbid every other man to
get what he wanted.
    Why did she continue
to fight him?
    He was everything
she wanted. Jason was possessive and completely devoted to her. She’d
observed him with other women. He showed no interest in anyone else.
The women who fawned over him got brushed to one side. She was his
whole world.
    “ What are you
thinking about?” he asked.
    She turned to see
him stood leaning against the bathroom doorframe. One hand lay on his
hip while the other pressed on the wood.
    “ Nothing,
Sir.” She smiled when she saw his cock thicken at the use of
his title.
    Her pussy tightened
at the thought of him being inside her once