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He jerked his head up, staring down at me, eyes glittering.

I stared into his eyes. “I don’t beg.”

Curling my legs around his hips, I arched up.

Through my lashes, I could see his eyes narrow. He drove his cock against me, and I felt a shudder go through his body.

“I make men beg,” I said, smiling at him tauntingly.

A look of challenge came across his face and he caught my wrists.

I didn’t resist as he dragged them over my head. It sent a hot, delicious little thrill through me as he stretched them higher, almost to the point of discomfort. It arched my back, lifted my breasts to him. He lowered his head until he could nuzzle the delicate skin of my breastbone.

“I don’t beg either, Toni.”

“Then I guess it’s a stalemate.” My voice was breathless.

“No.” He licked me. I felt the blazing heated path of his touch all the way up to my neck. Then he stopped and whispered in my ear, “For it to be a stalemate, we’d have to start the game.” He ground his hips against me. “I haven’t started yet. Are you sure you’re ready to play?”

Hell, yes
.

I rolled my hips against him and he growled.

“Are you?”

His mouth came down on mine and this time, there was a savage intensity that hadn’t been there before. His hand slid down to grab my thigh while the free one now pinned both of my wrists. He started to move between my thighs with deliberate slowness and my breath caught.

I knew in an instant I was in trouble.

He rocked against me until he had me hovering on the edge of orgasm and we hadn't even taken any clothes off.

Then he stopped, his lips leaving mine to feather teasing little kisses over my face until I lost the edge.

Oh...he was evil.

He settled between my legs again, but this time, instead of kissing me, he raked his teeth down my neck and began to work his way down, down, down...

“Tiger cubs need milk!” I blurted out.

He stilled, then lifted his head, looking at me with confusion.

I closed my eyes and started the mnemonic I'd learned in my anatomy elective two semesters ago.

“Tiger cubs need MILC. Ankle bones of the foot are talus, calcaneus, navicular, medial cuneiform, intermediate cuneiform, lateral cuneiform, cuboid.” I finished it and opened my eyes.

Ash was staring at me, flabbergasted. I'd actually made him speechless, which I suspected didn't happen often.

Narrowing my eyes, I started on the muscles of respiration. “Don’t exercise in quicksand. Diaphragm, external intercostals, internal intercostals, quadratus.”

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.

It was hard to shrug with your hands stretched out over your head, but I tried. “I’m...amusing myself.”

He surged up over me, and pushed his face into mine, his eyes burning. “I’ll fucking amuse you.”

“Oh, honey.” I kissed his nose, mostly because I knew it would piss him off.

He growled at me before letting go of my hands to shove his fingers into my hair. I watched his control slipping, and I loved it.

Hands freed, I slid mine down his chest and cupped him through his pants. “Sex organs...” I traced my thumb over the faint ridge at the head of his cock. “The glans.”

Ash shuddered and shoved himself into my hand.

I squeezed my hand around the width of him and stroked down, wondering if he was really as big as he felt. “The shaft.”

“What, no cute little word puzzle?” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

“Who needs one?” I smiled up at him, having fun despite the heat that felt like it was going to swallow me whole. I was determined to show him that I wasn't his toy. “Everybody knows what a cock is. Sadly, not everybody knows how to use one. Do you?”

He pressed his mouth to my ear. “Get naked. I’ll show you.”

I was so tempted.

He slid his hand up my thigh and then between, cupping me. “I know something about female anatomy, Miss Gallagher. Shall I demonstrate?”

My eyes almost crossed when he ground the heel of his hand against me, but I still managed to keep myself coherent enough to speak. “By all means. I appreciate the educated lay person.”

“This is your clitoris.” He flicked it lightly through my panties and I shivered.

“Sometimes called the clit. Stroking it, biting it, can bring one hell of a response.” He gave me a wicked smile. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

My wail was cut off by his kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, plundering every inch as he stroked me through my soaked panties. I was going to die if he didn’t bring me to climax.

And he didn’t.

He raised his head to look at me. He slid inside the leg of my panties. He didn’t touch me where I ached to feel him, not yet. “Your mons.”

I shuddered and arched before I could stop myself.

A grin canted his lips up. “Your labia.” He stroked my folds, separating the larger, fuller lips from the smaller to demonstrate that he knew the difference there. Not that I was doubting his knowledge of anatomy. Not anymore.

“And here...” He circled my entrance, dipped the tip of one finger inside. “Your vagina. I prefer
cunt
or
pussy
, but I would assume someone as educated as you would want to be technical.”

“We’re not in class.” My voice came out breathy and rough.

“True.”

He dipped his head and bit my nipple through my clothes. To my chagrin, I let out a sound that was very much a squeak.

“That being the case...” Ash thrust two fingers inside me and my body jerked, arching up to ride him. “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick, Toni. And I will. As soon as you beg me.”

I might have, in that moment, with my body throbbing and aching.

But I couldn’t breathe. The need was too much and I couldn't form the words. Shooting my hand down, I caught his wrist and moved against him, harder, faster.

Fuck him and his demands.

He stared at me. “You think you can just...”

I flicked my thumb against my clit and came in a rush, the pleasure coursing through my body as I shuddered beneath him.

For a moment, Ash just stared at me.

Then he started to laugh, a slow, throaty chuckle that made things low in my body throb.

I lay there panting as he sat back on his knees. A look of amused incredulity settled over his face, and I started to snicker. It bloomed into a whoop of laughter when he shook his head, his eyes still hot as he stared at me.

But my amusement faded, fizzled, and then died as he lifted his hand and lazily licked his fingers.

I gulped, heat exploding through me like a series of mini-fireworks.
Pop-pop-pop.

“I think next time, I’ll tie you up…”

Next time?
I wanted to sneer at him, laugh at him, show him that he had no power over me. But all I could see was myself stretched out underneath hum, my hands tied up, bound to something over my head. My body stripped bare under that hot gaze. I wondered if he'd even ask before slipping the first rope around my wrist.

“Mr. Lang!”

The voice from the hall had us both bolting upright.

Ash was on his feet and moving while I half-rolled, half-fell to the floor.

I fumbled my skirt back into place while Ash strode across the room and yanked the doors closed.

Fuck.

He turned his head to stare at me, and the look in his eyes almost sent me to my knees. It was pure naked lust.

I’d never felt so wanted in my life.

Then there was a fist pounding on the door, breaking the spell. Someone tried to open it. “Mr. Lang!”

“I need a few minutes,” he said, his voice remarkably calm as he kept one hand on the door without looking away from me.

Nice that he could be calm. I couldn’t. Reality had just slammed into me, and as blood rushed to stain my face red, I thought I might be sick.

What had I been thinking?

He was practically my employer! He was Isadora's brother. An obscenely wealthy man who moved in circles I could never even dream of breaking into.

Fuck!

“I…” I swallowed and looked around, feeling strangely lost. “I need a restroom.”

He jerked his head off to the right and I nodded, feeling foolish. I’d known there was a bathroom in there. I’d even used it before. My face was on fire, and my legs were stiff and awkward. They didn’t want to move at all.

I just had to make it to the bathroom. It was only a few feet away, but after what seemed like an age, I finally reached it and ducked inside. Yet when I tried to close the door, a hand stopped me.

I shoved against it and he pushed back.

Gently, but inexorably, he pushed. I was strong – damn strong for a woman who’s five foot nothing – but I didn’t have a chance against a guy his size. Not when it came to strength anyway.

He came inside, his eyes intent on my face.

I drew myself up to my full height. In my heels, it was all of five foot three. But I could cut a man off at the knees with my glare, or so I’d been told. “Excuse me, Mr. Lang. I need to use the restroom.”

“Don’t start that shit again.” He jabbed a finger at me.

“I’m sorry?” Widening my eyes in mock innocence, I pressed a hand to my chest.

That was a bad move.

His eyes immediately fell to my breasts, and in response, my nipples hardened. Fortunately, I’d discovered the beauty of lined bras years ago, yet I still had a feeling he knew exactly what sort of reaction he’d caused.

“Don’t do that,” he said, his voice a rough growl. “I had you all but purring my name. Don’t you dare go back to calling me
Mr. Lang
in that haughty voice again.”

“Mr. Lang—”

“Don’t!”

The snapping fury in his voice ignited my own temper, and I shoved myself up onto my toes, snapping at him. “Excuse me? You don’t get to talk to me in that tone of voice.” I jabbed him in the chest and had the pleasure of watching his eyes widen. “I’m not your doting baby sister who hasn’t figured out yet that you're a total ass. I’m not your employee to boss around. I’m not your
anything
.”

“Yeah?” He shot out an arm and yanked me against him.

A startled
oomph
escaped me as I crashed into his chest. His hard, muscled chest.

Fuck.

I shoved my hands between us and wedged as much distance between us as I could.

“Two minutes ago, you were the woman I was getting ready to have wrapped around my cock, sweetheart.”

The smoky heat in his voice made my heart race.

The potent desire in his eyes made my knees weak.

And the arrogance on his face made me want to punch him in the head.

Curling a hand into a fist, I was seriously considering the last option. Out in the parlor, I heard a woman’s voice and I froze.

It wasn’t Isadora.

It was somebody older – and she sounded scared.

“Mr. Lang?”

Ash shot a fulminating glare at the door, but his voice was level as he said, “Just a couple of minutes, Beth.”

“How about now?” I smiled sweetly and pointed towards the door. I needed him away from me.

“Because we’re not done, Princess.”

I gaped at him.
Princess?
Had he seriously just called me
Princess
?

He chuckled, apparently amused by the look he’d seen on my face.

“Did you just call me Princess?”

“Yes.” He scraped the tips of his fingers down his jaw, rasping them over the light growth of stubble. Stubble I'd felt scraping against my skin. “I think it suits you. All damn high and mighty, staring down your nose at me.”

“Oh, really?” I sniffed and raked him up and down with a telling look. “I’m not the one who thinks I can snap my fingers and everybody will come rushing to do my bidding.”

There was a flicker in his eyes.

Out in the parlor, I heard Beth again and she sounded really upset. “Mr. Lang,
please
…”

I started to move toward the door, but he shoved an arm up, blocking me.

“Beth, two minutes isn’t going to hurt!” He all but shouted it.

Then he bent down, placing his lips next to mine. “What do you think, Princess? If I snap my fingers, will you do my bidding?” The hand he’d curved over my hip slid up, up, up until it was right under my breast. “Because I’m tempted to try. See, I’ve been having these fantasies ever since I first saw you.”

I sucked in a breath.

He lifted a hand, snapped his fingers right between our faces.

I jolted and heat exploded through me. My face burned red.

And my pussy…oh, man. I was so wet and so empty, I ached.