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and they can never have you, not at any price. My slut isn’t for sale. She belongs to me alone.”
    How did he do that, make her crazy? From anxious upon waking up with him in her bed to mindless with desire. He knew that she needed to be desired and special.
    “They’ll try to fight me for you. But I’ll beat them back. Can you hear them, my sweet little whore?” he whispered his seduction.
    She could. In that state, above herself, just a body, just sensation, wholly sexual, she could hear men clamoring for her.
    “Fuck her, they beg. Let us see you fuck the bitch. And I’ll fuck you harder than I ever have while they watch.”
    She was wet, her clit hard beneath her fingers, her heart racing in her chest. His fantasy, his story, his words went on and on. Her own touch made her fly higher with him, until she reached a pinnacle far above herself. She cried out, plunging into orgasm as if he’d actually entered her in front of a hundred men who desired her, who would pay a million dollars for just one night with her.
    When she came back to herself, the room was almost light and tears streaked her temples.
    Luke lay beside her, idly stroking his cock. “That was fucking hot,” he murmured, holding her with the magnetic pull of his gaze. “I want to do it.”

5
    CHRIST. WATCHING HER MAKE HERSELF COME HAD BEEN A RELIGIOUS experience. He’d loved it almost as much as he loved the way she sucked him. Afterward, Luke had taken her into the bathroom, shoved her down in the tub as the showerhead shot water hard against her, hair streaming down her back, and forced her to suck his cock until he lost himself in the feel of her mouth.
    She’d made him breakfast, French toast with powdered sugar and maple syrup, and now they sat at her kitchen table. “We’re going to spend the day together,” he said blithely. Step one, getting in her house, step two, forcing her to give him more time.
    Her head snapped up as if he’d zapped her with a cattle prod. “I can’t.”
    Such a quick denial. It hit him as if she’d denied everything they’d done in the last twelve hours. “I’m not asking you to play out the fantasy I made up while you were masturbating,” he said dryly, although the idea did appeal to him. “I’m merely ordering you to spend the day with me.”
    He wasn’t a prude by any means. He’d had two lovers before his wife Beth, and though he’d never cheated while he was married, he’d done a lot in the five years since the divorce. A couple of years ago, he’d met a woman who loved it kinky, and she was totally into the club scene. She’d introduced him to it, and for a while he’d been like a kid in a toy store, trying everything. By the time he’d found Bree, his lady friend had moved on, and he was starting to lose his taste for clubs. The sex lacked any sort of emotional connection. But if he went back with Bree now . . .
    Against the backdrop of her black hair, Bree’s skin was pale, almost ethereal in the morning light. “I’ll do that scenario if you want me to.”
    It sounded as if she’d be happier granting his fantasy, masturbating for a bunch of horny men, than frittering away her day off with him. Then he almost laughed out loud. He sounded like a teenager who’d been tossed aside for the football hunk. Or a wife who had to deal with Sunday sporting events. He was becoming a bit of a pantywaist.
    He guessed he’d been silent so long, she felt forced to add, “I have to see my parents.”
    So her parents weren’t dead. The information felt almost like a victory. She’d revealed something of her own accord.
    He grabbed on to the trophy and said, “I’ll grant you that. We’ll have our day together another time.”
    She didn’t smile, didn’t acknowledge, but reiterated what she’d said earlier. “I will do that if you want.”
    “What?” He’d make her repeat it, to state her intentions.
    She watched him, streamers of sunlight falling across the table between them and