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lot of work to do with you, Dawna. It’ll be a long while before you get a reward. Are you willing to wait for your reward?”
    He plunged into Giselle without warning, filling her up and tantalizing her with the pleasure-pain of friction.
    She drew her bottom lip between her teeth and squeezed the rope overhead tighter.
    “Yes!” Dawna said, and her voice was lusty and low. She sounded confident now, but only time would tell if she’d be Max’s right fit, or if she was yet another woman with high hopes and misaligned expectations.
    Max stoked Giselle’s craving for him while extinguishing her skin hunger. He gripped her ass as if it were some precious thing, while pounding into her with abandon.
    She tamped down the torrent of pleasure, pushing it aside in her mind as if it were some inconsequential thing like her grocery list. Unlike when she played with her toys or with other boys, this time she had to wait for permission, and Max was always disinclined to give it until he’d had his fill.
    “On your knees. Right there,” Max said with a hiss, and Giselle vaguely registered the other body in the room moving nearby. “Turn your back to me and wait on all-fours.”
    She must have done it, but Giselle couldn’t say for sure. The next thing she knew, Max’s teeth set into her shoulder, and she gasped as he licked up her shoulder and kissed across her jaw to her mouth.
    He’d never done that before.
    * * *
    Max treated every rendezvous with Giselle as if it could be the last time. Some day, she’d find a man who’d meet her needs, and she wouldn’t be around to stoke Max’s confidence or offer him the treat of her body.
    When his mouth found hers, she pressed her lips together tight even as he continued his brazen assault on her sex.
    They didn’t ever kiss, not really. There were the platonic pecks on the cheeks on the rare occasion they ran into each other in public. In private, they generally jumped right to the main event.
    For him, seeing her nude—all lithe and with her flawless skin catching the light just so—did more for him than any touch, any taste. If he ever met another woman who took his breath away the same way, he’d do almost anything to pin her down…short of quitting his job. That he couldn’t do. His work was important to him, part of him, so whoever was willing to be his partner in all things would have to be accommodating of disruptions.
    For now, he wanted to memorize Giselle’s taste and the feel of her lush lips, because it could be his only chance.
    Her lips parted, slowly, and he worked his tongue into her mouth, teasing her as her muscles clenched his dick.
    Unusual for him, but he’d started losing his rhythm right as his tongue alighted on her lips.
    A symphony of sensation and emotion, and all too much for him.
    This was why he always held himself back from his lovers. He refused to enmesh himself needlessly, and being the dominant allowed him control. His Maximus façade was his shield and kept him from becoming entangled. Distracted. He didn’t open up unless he wanted to.
    He wanted to for once, and couldn’t.
    Giselle deserved better than him, and before he left, he’d see to it that she got it.
    She began to quake in his arms. She was trying to hard to hold it back, and normally he would have kept stoking, pushing her until tears filled her eyes and spilled onto her cheeks. But now, it was him who wouldn’t be able to hold back. Not with the way her tongue gently chased his, and the sound of her little feminine grunts of pleasure.
    “Come now, Queen G,” he said, and his voice was strong and clear, even though his head was so fucked up he didn’t know if he were coming or going. He freed one of his arms, reached between their sweat-slicked torsos, and released her nipple clamps.
    She tipped her head back and gasped for air before screaming out her orgasm.
    Her scream made him grin as he righted his rhythm and concentrated on the fire in his core and his