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along with her body.
    “Good evening, Sarah,” he said, taking her hand and raising it to his lips.
    His old-world charm had always undone her. “Reece,” she said.
    “You look lovely.”
    She knew his compliment was sincere. As she’d learnt, he never said anything he didn’t believe.
    “You’re wearing panties?”
    Despite the heat, she shivered. “I am.”
    “Again, that’s remiss of you.”
    “I had no idea it mattered to you.”
    “It does.”
    Even in the fading darkness, she felt the power of his gaze and heard the tension in his tone.
    He gripped her shoulders and maneuvered her so that her back was to the wall. Her insides turned molten.
    Reece McRae overwhelmed, consumed her.
    Hungrily he slanted his mouth across hers.
    Helpless, she linked her arms around his neck. As he demanded entrance to her mouth, she yielded.
    His tongue met hers, and she tasted his passion. This was the man who’d captured her heart as well as her body so many years ago. And it was a reminder of why she’d run. When she was this close, her brain function shut down. All that remained were her base needs. She’d do anything, surrender everything.
    His cock pressed against her. That he desired her with the same ferocity that she felt for him gave her a heady thrill.
    With his tongue, he fucked her mouth, taking her as she’d hoped he would earlier in the meeting room.
    “You’re as responsive as always, Sarah,” he said after ending the kiss and easing back a fraction of an inch.
    “Only for you, Reece.”
    He rained kisses down the column of her throat, reminding her of the time that he’d loved her so completely.
    “I meant it when I said I haven’t met anyone your equal.” Even though she’d taken care of herself a little while ago, his touch aroused her again. “You know I wasn’t satisfied after that beating. It was…”
    He wanted to know.
    “Exquisite.”
    “Any bruises?”
    She shook her head. “I was hopeful that I’d have one or two as a reminder. But no. Even the one red mark faded.”
    “I should put some knots in the end of the tails.”
    “Sounds…wicked.”
    “It can be.” He took her chin and tipped her head back a notch. “Did you masturbate when you went to your room?” he asked.
    “Yes. I did.” She paused. “I was wound up. Lonely. Restless. I hadn’t realized how much I would miss the aftercare you used to give me.”
    “It wasn’t just one thing you walked away from.”
    “Intimacy,” she said. And that was the first time she’d made the connection. What they’d shared had been deep on so many levels. And the way he’d spend twenty minutes with her after they’d scened had deepened the emotional connection. Sometimes he’d silently hold her. Or they’d talk about business. But he’d always taken time to be there for her, no matter what she’d needed.
    “Shall we?” he asked.
    Without waiting for her response, he placed his fingers on the small of her back and guided her toward the entrance. The tension that had been simmering heated up.
    Possessiveness from this man felt like the right thing.
    The maître d’ greeted Reece warmly and led them away from the rest of the guests. He ushered them around a number of potted palms to a secluded table at the edge of the patio. A hedge of sorts served as a natural fence. A number of plants provided an array of color across the space. Even though it was still fairly light out, a candle flickered in the middle of the small table next to a tiny vase with a couple of neon pink blooms in it.
    The maître d’ pulled out her chair. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he draped her napkin across her lap.
    “May I?” he asked, indicating the bottle of wine that was already waiting.
    “Please,” Reece said. After the man poured a small amount, Reece tasted the white wine and nodded his approval.
    The man poured two glasses before excusing himself.
    “Nice service,” she said.
    “Julien wanted to be sure we enjoyed the