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her knees trembling and moisture flooding into her panties.
    “I’m not at work, Gio. You are not my boss today.” She tried to step aside. His heat and the look in his eyes was nearly too much. She had to be the voice of reason even though all she wanted was for him to take her right then and there. She was so hungry for him.
    He grabbed her wrists with one strong hand and pulled her arms over her head, his gaze roaming her face and down. “No, you definitely are not at work, but I’ll hear the words from you, Karyn. Today, I’ll be your captain, and you’ll do what I say, whatever I say.” His free hand slid into the low cut of her dress with its built in bra and found her naked tit. He squeezed and pinched her nipple.
    She tried to pull free but he tightened his grip, keeping her arms over her head. His hips pressed her into the wall as he fondled and tweaked her nipples until she cried out. A fresh wave of moisture slid out of her body. Her clit went from a low ache to a desperate mass of throbbing need pounding between her legs. As though he knew, his free hand dipped beneath her skirt. One foot shoved her legs apart and his hand cupped her, pressing her panties into her.
    “So wet. So damn soaking wet. Tell me you don’t want my cock inside your pussy, Miss Jones.”
    Taryn shook her head. “We can’t.”
    “We can. We will.” He crushed his mouth to hers, kissed her hard, deep, until they were both breathless. He slid his hand down into her panties, his finger parting her swollen lips until he found her clit. He stroked and circled, keeping his mouth on hers, swallowing her protests, her cries, until she began circling her hips, pressing herself into him and against him.
    He lifted his head. “Should I stop, Miss Jones? Do you want me to walk away?”
    “God, no! Please, Gio. Don’t stop.” Her gaze begged him to finish what he’d started.
    “Then give me the words I need to hear.”
    Three weeks surviving with just her fantasies were no longer enough, not after experiencing the reality of him giving her more pleasure in one hour than the sum total of the men she’d slept with before. She grew hot and wetter just thinking about yesterday and knew she’d agree to whatever he asked, as long as he loved her again and again.
    “Yes, Sir,” she moaned, bucking her hips to get him to resume his sweet torture, but he didn’t move, just held her, watched her, waited.
    “Yes, Sir, you’re the boss, the captain, in charge.”
    “Good girl.” He stroked her in reward. “Once we walk out this door, you’re mine. You’ll do what I say and when. Understood?”
    Taryn nodded. God, sex on his boat. How was she going to stand a full day with this man? An hour after work had nearly done her in. He released her hands.
    “Lift your skirt, both hands.”
    She lifted the front of her dress and sucked in a deep breath when he knelt and slid his hands up her thighs. Her breath left her lungs in a loud whoosh when he yanked her panties down and off. Holding her gaze, he sniffed them.
    “So wet and ready, pet. Say it.”
    “Yes,” she whimpered. “Fuck me, Gio. Please.”
    He smiled, tossed her panties onto the couch, and leaned forward to kiss her mound. He parted her and kissed her clit gently but thoroughly. He lifted his head, stood, kissed her hard and deep, and then stepped away. “We’ll continue this on the boat.”
    Taryn’s eyes popped wide. “You can’t leave me like this?” Her voice came out as a high squeak of horror. She burned for him. She didn’t think she could walk with the trembling in her legs and the fire racing from clit to breasts then back down to settle deep inside her pussy. She was ready now—naked beneath her skirt and dripping with need.
    “Anticipation, pet.”
    “Pet?” She was vaguely aware he’d used the term before.
    His smile widened. “I’m a Dom and today, you are my submissive.”
    Her eyes widened. “You’re into that BDSM stuff?” Recalling how he had