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touched.
    He always had this effect on her, and she wondered if it would ever fade. He led her to his bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. “I hope you’ll forgive me, but I want to try something new tonight,” he said quietly. “After the day you’ve had, I think this is what’s best for us both.”
    Elle shivered. She couldn’t imagine what he had in mind. And when she found out, she was absolutely shocked.
    Because for the first time ever, Cunningham took her gently. He kissed her, caressed her, his fingers preparing her for his girth. “Elle,” he murmured, his dark gaze holding her hostage, “how do I feel about you?”
    “You like me,” Elle said, her voice trembling. She felt like she’d crossed a boundary, saying it like this, and she half expected him to scowl, to push her away.  
    “I love you.” He cupped the back of her head and brought his lips over hers. “I love you, you silly, insecure girl,” he murmured into her mouth. He leveraged his knees between hers and spread her legs with a brusque movement. The heavy, swollen head of his cock came to rest at her entrance, and she shuddered; she wanted him inside her so badly it hurt.  
    “Elle, do you understand how I feel about you?”
    “Yes. You… love me.”
    “I do.” He slowly moved forward, his cock entering her slick flesh, soothing the ache… but then he stopped, only the mushroom tip inside her. “So there will be no more doubting from here on out.”
    “No.” Her voice quivered along with her body.
    He rocked his hips until he was fully seated in her. Slowly, he retreated, his eyes locked with hers, and Elle murmured a plea. He waited a long moment, her cruel boss, then he drove deep again, slow and steady.  
    His breath was warm against her lips. “I can make tender love to you every night for a year if that’s what it takes to convince you,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “But you’re too smart to mistake gentle sex for love, Elle. I know you are. So believe me when I say that I love you. I do. And my way of expressing it is to fuck you hard.” He bit her lip, and hot pain flooded her mouth. When he spoke again, his voice was louder, commanding. “I will fuck you mercilessly, to allow you to see who I really am, and to give you what you need. Make no mistake, lover. You need this, and I aim to see that you get it.”
    He slid his hand between their bodies and rubbed his thumb in tight circles around her clit, teasing her, keeping her on the edge. She arched her back until it hurt.
    “Beg for me.”
    “Oh, God, please. I need this. You’re right. You’re always right, sir. Please let me come.”
    “You can do better,” he growled. “Try again.”
    “Cunningham, I want to come with you deep inside me,” she gasped. “I’m… I’m a slave for your cock. It’s all I think about—”
    “I’m not convinced.” He pulled himself from her slick, grasping flesh and knelt over her, squeezing her shoulders between his thighs, pinning Elle’s arms helplessly against her body. He squeezed a fist around his glistening erection. “I could just come on your face.”
    He would do it, too, she knew, and he’d make her sleep without any release. She implored him with her eyes. “Please, give me another chance,” she begged, her voice trembling.
    He moved back and pulled one of her legs up and onto his shoulder. He kissed her calf and locked his large hands around her waist. When he drove forward, he stroked over her clit, and Elle screamed as hours of pent-up sexual frustration found release.
    The moment the orgasm started to subside, Cunningham’s fingers were on her clit, teasing her back to the razor-thin edge, then sending her crashing into the abyss again. He caught her nipple between his teeth and bit, hard, all the while maintaining complete mastery of her sex. Her body belonged to him, she knew, and he saw fit to make her come over and over again.
    Then he pulled back, a wild look in his eyes, and