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her starved senses. He owned the kiss and she was helpless but to follow his lead.
    Her mind fuzzed, her head spinning with unleashed desire. She reached for him, her hands grasping his bare arms in a failed attempt to stay grounded. A nail scraped over her nipple, teasing the nub with just a hint of pain, and she arched into him, seeking more. Abruptly he pulled back, his hands coming up to frame her face. His breathing was deep and labored, much like her own.
    “Tell me I’m wrong.” His eyes were filled with challenge as they held hers.
    Which one did she want? One was distant, less emotional. The other could break her. But there was really no choice. It was all or nothing, and she wanted it all.
    She slid her hands up his arms until her fingers laced in his dark hair. It was soft, thick and felt exactly like she had imagined. She tugged his head down until his lips where just a breath away for hers.
    “I want this,” she breathed then crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss filled with everything she’d missed in the last ten years. It was the touch, the contact, the mutual desire that she craved.
    He’d been right. Again.
    He broke the kiss but held her close, captured in his arms and by his gaze. “Stop fighting me, Cali.” His low voice stroked over her skin like another touch.
    “Yes, sir.” Again, the only possible answer.
    He stepped back, his hands sliding down her arms until they clasped hers. “Sit down.”
    She nodded and slowly lowered herself to the edge of the bed, the sting on her bottom reminding her of the choice she’d made. His hooded gaze scanned her before he kneeled and removed her high heels. His touch was gentle, caressing. Each act of tenderness reeling her into his web of trust.
    His palms smoothed up her legs, spreading them apart as he skimmed over her knees and up her thighs. He stared pointedly at her exposed pussy before a half-smile curved his lips. “You waxed.” He looked at her, a daring gleam in his eyes as he stroked a finger over the smooth flesh. “For me?”
    Her cheeks burned, but he’d asked for the truth. “For tonight, yes.”
    “Perfect.” A simple statement that fired her blood even more. He stood and reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and removing a black silk scarf. He turned back to her and held the cloth up. “Tonight is about trust. You’ll trust me to put this on you.”
    A blindfold. She shouldn’t, she knew that. She’d just met this man. But it didn’t matter what she should do. Those thoughts left her long before she’d entered The Den’s door. In reality, she shouldn’t be doing any of this.
    “Yes.”
    “Good,” he murmured before he reached down and pinched one of her tight nipples. The shot of pain and passion fired through her instantly, causing her to gasp then groan. “Turn around.”
    Nipple throbbing, she slid on the bed until her back was to him. The material covered her eyes, sending her world into darkness. She shivered, not from the cold, but from the sheer vulnerability that descended on her with the lack of sight.
    “This deprivation will heighten the rest of your senses,” Master Jake said into her ear. “It’ll keep you focused on what’s important. Not what I’m doing, but how it makes you feel.”
    His large hands cupped her breasts. Finally. She pressed into the touch, which felt so good. He kneaded the flesh before he caressed her nipples, stoking each peak into an even tighter, harder nub. Another moan rose from her throat as the sensations swamped her.
    She did want this. Needed this so very much.
    His hands left her breasts and she whimpered in desperation for them to return. “Shhh,” he soothed as he guided her to lie on the bed. The sheets were cool and soft under her back. The heat of his body flanked her side and she leaned toward it, seeking what he could provide.
    He grabbed her wrists and dragged them over her head. “Should I bind you, or will you hold on?” He wrapped her fingers