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charge,” he growled in her ear.
    His hand spanned her belly—hugely sexy. But she wasn’t ready to cave to his alpha-male shit. To show him, she slid her legs closer together, but each time she moved her free foot, he pushed out the other. And all the while his hands were on her, over her, everywhere, distracting her from her goal. Soon, it was hard to even remember her script.
    Moving up to her breasts, his thumb flicked her taut nipple, then he tugged up on the thong, digging the beaded string into her pussy and the edge of the leather vee into her clit. Rising onto her toes, she forced out a sharp breath. He flicked her nipple, then tugged again, and the alternating stimulation started driving her into a frenzy.
    Just as she was getting used to his rhythm, he forced her feet even further apart and pressed his thigh between her legs. His hard cock brushed her ass. She heard a stifled groan as he worked his quads against the thong’s beads, pressing and churning and grinding them against her soft folds.
    She arched, pushing herself harder onto his thigh, increasing the pressure of the thong on her clit. He sure knew how to work those beads, and while this might not be exactly what she’d planned, if she came hard enough she might not report him to his boss.
    Too soon, he released his leg’s pressure and returned to gentle caresses. Slightly frustrated, she pushed back, trying to find his leg again, but he refused to cooperate. Then, suddenly, he pressed up with his leg at the same time as he pinched both of her nipples. Her head slammed back against his chest and she moaned. His leg pressed harder.
    “Oh, yeah. Like that.”
    The instant the words were out of her mouth, his leg and its delicious pleasure vanished. His hands tightly held her shoulders as he breathed heavily behind her.
    “Why did you stop?” she asked.
    His hands slid to her throat, and he lifted her chin, tipping her head back. She was about to object but got distracted by his hard cock pressed against her. Fires lit beneath her skin as he rubbed his erection along the string of beads that separated her ass.
    Without warning, he spun her and lifted her into his arms.
    “Put me down.” She pushed against his chest. “I can walk on my own.”
    “Do I need to use a gag?”
    She reached for her blindfold.
    “Keep it on!”
    She dropped her hands. “You don’t have to yell.”
    “Then stop directing me.” He was doing his best to overpower her—she could tell—but at times his voice sounded more amused than intimidating.
    He carried her farther than seemed possible given the small room, and she deduced that they’d gone through the double doors past the bed. He set her down on something soft. “Lie back.” He supported her as she complied.
    As best she could tell by feeling around, he had her on a narrow table, covered with fake fur. “Why fuck me on this table when there’s a perfectly good bed?” she asked. “I know you’re the so-called expert here, but my script was way better.”
    Her heart rate was rising. She hated having partners on top and wasn’t sure she could flip him over on this small bed.
    “Quiet.” He pressed something hard against her lips and she shuddered.
    “Do I need to use this?” he asked.
    It felt like one of those ball gags like she’d seen in Pulp Fiction . If he tried to put that on her, she’d really fight back. “No!”
    “Then don’t make me.” He continued to caress her, firmly, but gently. Using both hands he massaged one of her arms, slowly tracing toward her fingers. When she finally gave, just a little, he raised her arm above her head and snapped something around her wrist. She tried to lower her arm, but couldn’t.
    “Hey. What did you do?” She twisted, arching off the surface. “I’m willing to give you a little leeway to improv, but not this.”
    “Silence,” he growled into her ear.
    She reached up with her free arm to see what was holding her and discovered what felt like a