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I asked.
    “You said it’s your dream to be a writer so I had my assistant pick up a few things to help you on your way. And here’s the number of my friend who runs a writers’ group.” He handed me a business card.
    A rush of air left my body and for a second I felt as though I couldn’t inhale. Once I’d caught my breath, I ran my fingertips over the sleek red laptop lid. I opened the Montblanc box and found a golden fountain pen that could have easily cost more than the laptop. A reward for our encounter last night, that’s what he’d said.
    Shaking my head, I crossed my arms over my abdomen. “This is a lovely gesture, but I can’t accept this stuff.”
    Black knitted his brow. “You can and you will.”
    Lord knew I wanted to, but taking a gift in exchange for a sexual encounter just didn’t sit right. How to explain this to him without seeming ungrateful?
    “I appreciate that you want to give me a gift and it’s the most thoughtful gift, really, but…I don’t want you to think that you have to give me presents every time we have sex.”
    “No. That’s not what this is.” He rolled his eyes. “Look, you opened up to me last night. You confided in me and I wanted you to know I heard you. I see you, despite all your efforts to hide your extraordinary self in some very pedestrian trappings.”
    I swallowed hard. The phrase “pedestrian trappings” stung a little, but I had to admit he was right. I’d done my best to conform to what I believed the world expected of me and how far had that gotten me? Were I honest with myself, I’d have to confess I was miserable.
    “Well, I guess—if that’s the intention with which you’re giving me these things…” I shrugged.
    “The proper response is ‘thank you’.”
    “Thank you.” I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. My face heated. I still felt a little strange accepting this present.
    “And I had my assistant pick up a change of clothes for you.” He motioned to a bag from a nearby boutique. “I had to guess at your size so if the shirt and jeans don’t fit, I’ll have him run out again.”
    I glanced at the clothing labels. “This should fit. Good guess.”
    “Well, I did get to know every inch of you last night.” He winked.
    Good point.
    “I have a meeting today. While I’m gone, I expect you to write.”
    “It’s been a while. I’m rusty.”
    “No time like the present to shake off that rust.” He grazed his mouth over mine, softly at first but then his tongue parted my lips and he leaned closer, deepening the kiss.
    I melted against him, but then he spun me around, slipping his hand inside the robe. “How are you feeling?”
    Though my naughty bits were a little worse for the wear, the pulse of arousal set off by his touch won out. “Feeling pretty good.”
    Brushing his lips against my ear, he murmured, “Are you familiar with the concept of enforced availability?”
    “No.”
    “Well,” he bent me over the table and pressed his chest to my back, “it means that for the rest of the weekend, no matter what you’re doing, no matter whether you’re in the mood, I get to fuck you whenever and however I want.”
    My nipples hardened, his breath tickling my ear, his words setting my body on fire.
    He pulled up the back of my robe and ran a moist finger between my pussy lips. “Does that sound like something you’d like to explore?”
    “Yes.” I breathed the word.
    “Good answer.”
    Without warning, he slid his cock inside me. In my semi-aroused state, I wasn’t wet enough to take all of him so quickly. I yelped, squirming against the table. He clamped a hand over my mouth as he slowly moved in and out of me. Already raw from yesterday’s pounding, my cunt spasmed. My legs tensed and I bucked against him, whimpering.
    “Shut up.” He smacked my ass with his free hand. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
    Little by little the pain subsided, replaced by tremors of ecstasy. The head of his cock slid over my