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“Yes, sir.”
“My good girl.” Using both hands, he rolled the tiny straps of my dress over my shoulders, allowing gravity to take the material to the deck’s surface. At that point, I was completely naked since I was never allowed to wear even a thong around him.
I was also in my bare feet while he stood fully clothed. I’d never felt so small or vulnerable, but Easton had a way of making me feel as if I could do anything. As if I could be anything.
And as if I was the most special woman alive.
He rubbed his hands up and down both arms, towering over me yet leaning over so his lips barely touched mine. As always, the kiss brought a series of electric sensations, some so dazzling I was certain my skin was seared.
“All mine. Tonight, my beautiful girl, we’re going on a hunt. Are you ready?”
“Yes, sir.” I darted my eyes toward the forest, the dense trees appearing more ominous than ever.
“Such a very good girl.” He darted his tongue inside my mouth, taking his time to explore before crushing his lips over mine. As I was brought to my toes, a series of shivers danced down my spine. He had that kind of effect on me, pushing my limits while allowing me to explore the outer reaches of dark passion. He had no idea that he’d awakened such intense needs inside both my mind and body. I was always aching for his touch.
His kiss.
His brutal moments of rough sex.
I pressed my hands against his chest, marveling how the powerful man captured every moan. He dominated my tongue as always, refusing to allow me to have any control. I loved that about him as I did just about anything else.
“Where I do I run to, sir, and how far?”
“You run,” he answered with a growl in his voice, “until I catch and ravage you. There will be no turning back, no using violence against me. Or you will be punished. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” He knew how I was, the games I could win.
“On three.”
He pressed another kiss on my forehead and let me go. I backed away, my heart racing.
“You’ll have a ten-minute head start but remember, I am a predator. One.” He grinned, amusement rushing into his eyes. “Two.”
I licked my dry lips again, excited about what would happen. I enjoyed feeling like a feral animal running in the wild.
“Three.”
Jesus Christ.
I was panting, envisioning myself right there in the very dense forest I could see outside his window. Heat rushed through me and I suddenly realized I’d slipped my hand into my blouse, pinching and twisting my nipple. Jesus. I was hot and bothered all over. What did that say about me?
Horny girl.
Yes, I was. But the nagging about the man remained, the unknown still troubling. I wanted to read Josie’s story she’d written for the final. I also wanted to learn more details about what she knew and how. Whether it was for research for a book, to soothe some of my nerves, or indulge my curiosity, I wasn’t certain but if I was really allowed to have lunch with a friend, I made a mental note to try to call her tomorrow.
I stormed toward the beautiful desk, reminding myself of all the reasons my behavior had been completely wrong. I knew he’d been pushing me, trying to determine if he’d made the right choice in hiring me. Pushing me outside my comfort zone. It had worked. I couldn’t blame him but there was more to our connection, a burning electricity that could fry anyone’s brain and obviously already had mine.
No. No. This needed to stop. I was a professional. Period.
Intimacy.
Passion.
I’d understood exactly what he was trying to tell me. That letting go of the various inhibitions he’d mentioned often resulted in the same endorphins experienced when engaging in carnal acts. The writing needed every ounce of emotion, every fear for it to be believable given the subject matter. I had to help make the readers believe the worst boogeymen were those in human form.
Monsters lurking in the shadows.
Yes. I was convinced what I’d read wasn’t utter bullshit. Easton Saint and his two brothers were involved in something more than just illegal activities that had been touted as mafia in style and mercilessness but also something much, much darker. I also wanted to find the address of his parents’ house, going there myself with a shovel.
