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  “I locked up the front. The tables are clean. We can go.”

  “Okay.” Was it just him, or did her eyes seem even darker today? Tendrils of her hair had escaped the band holding it up, and his fingers itched to stroke the downy softness of her neck. Her bruises had faded, and he had the insane urge to plant new marks…with his mouth. Small stings from his lips to show everyone she belonged to him.

  “Trevor?” She licked her lips. “I-I know you said I needed time. But I, well, would you kiss me?”

  He’d been hanging on by a thread for days. Now she wanted him to kiss her, in the safety of her store.

  Well, fuck. “Kiss you?”

  She blinked, doe eyes staring out at the big bad wolf. Her gaze traveled slowly down his body, resting on his evident erection. “Oh, er.” She sighed, bit her lip, and met his gaze with a shy one of her own. “I want you to kiss me…everywhere.”

  Emma couldn’t believe she’d finally said it, but after spending time with Trevor in close proximity, seeing him in nothing but jeans when he woke in the mornings, smelling his subtle cologne, she was going out of her celibate mind. She’d been working on building her nerve for days. And now…she’d let her desire out of the bag.

  He froze, his expression impossible to read, and she had a terrible feeling she’d said something she couldn’t take back. Kiss her everywhere was different from have sex with me. Some guys didn’t like going downtown. He might be one of them.

  His stillness unnerved her, because he seemed to be fighting for control. And that totally turned her on. She waited.

  “So you want me to kiss you. Everywhere.” He gave her a smokin’ hot onceover, and her entire body felt on fire.

  “Um, only if you want to.”

  His slow smile relieved her. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.”

  She let out a breath. “So then, we should head home.” To get busy.

  He shook his head.

  “No?”

  “No.” He walked right up to her and kissed the breath out of her. Hungry, like a man starving, he took charge of her mouth and stole her breath, her will to think.

  Her body took over, grinding against him, pleading for what Emma needed but had the devil of a time asking for.

  But Trevor knew. He stripped her shirt and bra off in seconds.

  “Fuck me,” he growled and latched onto her nipple, plumping her other breast and pinching the tight bud of her nipple at the same time.

  She felt orgasmic, shocking and thrilling her. He was overpowering, so large and forceful, and she could do nothing but submit. He turned his attention to her other breast and laved it before biting down.

  “Trevor,” she said on a breath, clutching his hair to her chest. “Oh.”

  He moaned and sucked, his busy hands down her pants, his fingers teasing her wet folds, then parting and thrusting deep.

  He shoved two fingers inside her while teething her nipple, and she exploded, coming harder than she had in…forever.

  “Yeah, more, baby,” he murmured against her skin, kissing his way from her chest to her neck and sucking hard enough to leave a mark.

  The small pain enhanced her orgasm, and she clenched his fingers tight, wanting more.

  He didn’t withdraw his hand. Instead he kept his fingers there, sliding through her arousal. He pulled back to stare at her, and his bright blue gaze mesmerized her. “I’ve been waiting for this,” he said in a gravelly voice. “You are fucking gorgeous when you come.”

  Her face felt hot.

  He didn’t smile, didn’t tease. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of her, stoking her into another rise toward climax, which shouldn’t have been possible on the heels of that orgasm.

  “I haven’t kissed you everywhere yet.”

  “Oh.” He removed her fingers from between her legs and pushed her jeans and panties down. Oh.

  She had a moment to realize he was doing her in her bakery, in the pristine area she baked in, for God’s sake. And then she stood completely naked before him, and she could only wait to see what he’d do next.

  He stripped off his shirt but left the rest of his clothes on. “Touch me.”

  She didn’t need a moment to think. Emma stroked the hard muscle of his chest, enthralled with the ink on his shoulders and arms. She traced the pictures of danger and death interspersed with softer color. “You’re so strong.” She could feel the cords of his abs, the thick muscle of his pectorals. Good Lord, but he could have been on any fitness of the month magazine. “You’re so big.”

  He groaned and shifted, thrusting his pelvis toward her. “And fucking hard.”

  She had a sudden urge to taste him there. To kiss him everywhere.

  When she moved to the snap on his jeans, he stopped her, taking her hands in his. “No. You have to ask for permission. And you haven’t earned it yet.”

  She swung her gaze to his. “What?” It was like he’d read her mind and had decided to pick through her fantasies—being bossed around ranked high on her list.

  He lifted her in his arms and settled her ass on the cold metal table behind them. “Spread your legs.”

  “Here?” she gasped. The cold under her contrasted with the heat filling from the inside out.

  “Yeah. Right here. I want to see that pussy. All wet for me.” He licked his lips.

  Oh boy. Could he please mean he intended to work his way down her body?

  She trembled and spread her legs.

  He narrowed his gaze and slowly dropped to crouch in front of her. He put his huge hands on her legs to spread her thighs wider, and his touch made her lightheaded. He stared at her as he drew closer, and the knowledge this man could see her so intimately added to her building lust.

  Then his mouth was there, covering her clit, licking her as he stabbed into her with his tongue.

  She leaned back on the table, holding to the metal for dear life while he ate her out like a man feasting on sweets. His mouth didn’t let up, his lips tugging her folds as he tongued her clit like lapping up the frosting on a cake.

  Emma couldn’t stop moaning, pumping into his touch. So close to another orgasm, it shocked her when he slid a finger inside her and hooked it, touching a special place that sent her every nerve ending into spasm.

  He combined that with a tiny bite and she went over, moaning his name as she came a second time.

  But he didn’t linger. He stood and kissed her while fiddling with his jeans. And then she felt him there, his cock thick as the broad head speared her and kept pushing. He felt huge inside her, huge and welcoming as she continued to squeeze in climax.

  She tasted herself on his lips, and the kiss grew more frantic as he pumped inside her.

  The need for protection hovered for a split second before she lost herself in his embrace. He was no longer thrusting in long draws, but pounding into her with force. His taking so thorough she felt something in her give and ease his intrusion even more.

  Trevor pulled back, the animalistic need on his face ingrained into her mind’s eye. “Oh fuck. Oh yeah, Emma. Jesus.” He grimaced and withdrew only to spend all over her belly. He swore as he came and left a huge mess in his pleasure.

  When he finally stopped, they were both breathing hard.

  He blinked , as if coming back to himself. Then he stared down between them and closed his eyes. “I am so sorry.”

  “Sorry?” He couldn’t possibly destroy their coming together with an apology. No. No guilt or remorse, not after she’d just come twice and had the best sex of her life?

  “I should have been more careful, used a condom. I always use protection. I just…I lost myself in you.” His voice was so low, so sexy. “You’re so fucking sweet.” He kissed her again, sliding his cock in the seed over her belly.

  Even growing flaccid he was huge, and she wanted to spend more time staring at him, touching him.

  He pulled back and gave her another kiss, this one tender, soft. “You taste like candy. I want to eat you up all over
again.”

  She blushed, silly considering all they’d done. “I’d like that. But only if I can return the favor.”

  His eyes grew darker. “Something we need to talk about before that happens.”

  “I’m not on anything, so yeah, condoms are important.” What woman had the safe sex talk after sex? A dumb, needy one, that’s who. “And I, well, there haven’t been any guys for a long time. Sorry, but I don’t have any condoms at my place.”

  “I do. But that’s not what we need to talk about.”

  “It’s not?”

  He dragged a hand over her ribs, up her breasts and settled at her throat. His hand could grip her whole neck, reminding her all over again of the disparity in their sizes. Of how much bigger and stronger he was.

  “I told you I have rules. What we just did was incredible.” He paused, staring into her eyes. “But it’s so much better when I’m in charge. When I tell you what to do, and you do it, no question.”

  She quivered, unable to help herself. His fingers tightened, not hurting her, but showing her he meant business. “Trevor?”

  “I think you want what I can give you. I’ve seen pieces of you you’ve tried to hide. But I need to know. Can you give yourself to me, Emma? I know it’s too soon to ask for absolute trust, but I’ll never hurt you. Never push you too hard.”

  “What happened to not pushing me at all?”

  He smiled, like a wolf. “You need to get out of your comfort zone a little.”

  “I don’t like pain,” she said quickly.

  “No? How about your sex a little rough?” He squeezed, and her nipples grew tight.

  He nodded and leaned down to kiss them, sucking and biting until she writhed beneath him. “You like that.”

  “I do,” she admitted.

  “I want to order you around in bed, sweetheart. Have you do what I tell you to. Fuck your mouth, your ass. Your cunt,” he said bluntly, watching her. “Oh yeah. You like a little dirty talk, don’t you?” He smiled and stroked her clit with his thumb. “I want to tie you up and have you beg me to fuck you.”

  “Trevor.” I want this so much. It has to be real.

  “No. You’ll call me Sir.”

  “Sir,” she murmured. “And what will you call me…Sir?”

  He nodded, looking satisfied and more than ready to take her again. She could feel his thick cock grinding against her belly. “I’ll call you mine.”

  Trevor couldn’t believe what they’d just done. In her bakery no less. But he’d been dreaming about this moment forever, since even before he’d met Emma. A woman he could call his own, one who would be bound to him in the ways that mattered. The way she looked at him now, as if he could save her or destroy her, burned into his brain. Emma was the one. She responded to him as if made for him. And she’d surrendered so beautifully.

  He’d never, not in all his years, forgotten himself inside a woman. Even as a teen he’d been ultra-aware of responsibility, using a condom at all times. With Dana, she’d been on birth control, but they’d both been too conscious of how wrong things could go with an unplanned baby on the way. Someday, they’d both said, thinking they had all the time in the world.

  But with Emma, it had felt right to fuck her without anything between them. He wanted to join her in the most primitive of ways. He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted nothing more than to spend inside her, to fill her with all of himself.

  The way she looked at him now, he could tell she wasn’t sure what to say, how to feel.

  “Emma, I need to hear you say it. Yes or no?”

  After a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, she glanced away from him, bit her lower lip, then whispered, “Yes, Sir.”

  So excited he hurt, he was so hard, he pulled her gently off the table, then put a hand on her shoulder to get her to her knees. He knew she probably wanted to wipe his come from her belly, but he wanted it there a little longer. Marking her, meshing their scents together.

  “Let’s start with some cock sucking, then, hmm?” He held himself to her, his slit still wet from coming. His balls felt heavy, and he needed to unload again, so he could gain some control before taking her home and having his wicked way with her.

  Emma looked up at him in awe. “You’re so hard, but you just came.”

  “Suck me, sweetheart.” He pulled her hair off her shoulder and held it. “Give me some of that skilled mouth.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He loved hearing it, probably more than she liked saying it, though he could see how being submissive aroused her. Emma had a natural proclivity toward obedience, a need to surrender herself. But she needed the proper master, a man strong enough to take care of her. Put her needs first.

  Right now, she needed to know she could handle him. She leaned closer, and he watched those ripe lips part to take the head of him between them. He swore softly as she drew him in, sucking on the sensitive flesh of his cockhead.

  “Oh yeah. That’s good, sweetheart. So good.” He pulled her gently closer, giving her more of himself, letting her adjust to his girth.

  He wasn’t a small man, and around Emma, he felt even bigger than normal. She moaned and stroked him with her tongue, and he surged deeper.

  He pushed until she gagged, then he held her still. “Breathe through your nose, baby. Easy.” He didn’t move, and the need to fuck was killing him. But she had to be with him all the way.

  She eased back, then took him deep again, and his knees grew weak.

  “That’s it. You suck me. I’m going to stand here while you do all the work. Take Master balls deep. You want to feel him come down your throat?” Pushing it, but he wanted her in the fantasy with him.

  She moaned and bobbed faster, shooting him up on that rise to climax faster than he would have thought possible. Then her small hands cupped his balls, rubbing the hard knots until he felt like living steel between her lips.

  “Fuck. I’m coming, baby. So hard down your throat,” was all the warning he could give before he jetted on a cry.

  She rubbed and swallowed, milking the pleasure out of him with her sweet hands and mouth.

  Shaky, he did his best to come back to earth while she kissed and licked him clean. Like a sexy kitten he planned on keeping.

  “Kitten. That’s what I’m going to call my little sub,” he told her.

  She gave him a shy smile, and he forget everything but Emma and the feelings she stirred inside him.

  Chapter Eight

  Emma spent the night wrapped in Trevor’s solid arms. And every night after that for the next week. She’d never been so lost in a man before, never so happy to surrender herself. He had no problem playing Dom to her sub, and he loved taking her places she wouldn’t have gone herself.

  He loved going down on her and had invented some fun ways to play sixty-nine games. He also loved making her gag on his cock, the small meanness a tiny treasure. For all that he seemed like a nice guy, Trevor was anything but nice in the bedroom. He made her feel precious when he enveloped her in his strength. He seemed to like taking care of her.

  And she surprised herself by appreciating his care. Unlike her exes, he didn’t try to take over her entire life. Trevor seemed content to dominate her in the bedroom and nowhere else.

  She kept waiting for something bad to happen, for him to show his true colors, but he continued to be Trevor. Demanding in the bedroom, a saint out of it.

  Friday afternoon, as she stirred a new batch of muffin mix, Cat entered with a grin. “You’re mooning after that man, and it’s been what? A week or so? You still look giddy.”

  “Oh shut up.” She felt her cheeks heat.

  Cat guffawed. “’Bout time a decent man made you lose your mind.” She came up to give Emma a quick hug. “There’s someone out front to see you.”

  Curious, Emma let Cat take over the muffin mix and headed out to see Maggie and Mimi standing together. “Oh, hi.” She smiled, pleased to see them again. She hadn’t seen either of them since that whole mess
with her stalker had come to light with Trevor. Then she recalled what he’d told her of the dangers with the Lancaster case. Her smile dimmed and she leaned over the counter to whisper, “Should you two be here?”

  Mimi winked and nodded over her shoulder, to where Mac and a man looking a lot like him sat arguing over what sounded like a basketball game. “We brought bodyguards.”

  Maggie smiled. “We need sustenance for our interrogation. So grab us a round of cheesecake and coffee, then get your butt out here. Cat said she’d cover while I put the thumbscrews to you about Trevor.”

  Emma bit her lip. “Oh, well…” She hadn’t thought about how Maggie might feel about Trevor dating her. Even if Mimi seemed to be all for it, Maggie was Trevor’s sister, his only relative.

  “Come on. I promise not to bite.” Maggie grinned, and Emma saw Trevor in the expression.

  She sighed. “Okay. Hold on.” She fetched plates of cheesecake and coffee for the crew and took Mimi’s credit card. After handing it and the tray over, she let Cat know to cover for her.

  Cat came out and nudged her toward Maggie. For a small blond not that much taller than Emma, Maggie had a grip on her. She tugged Emma to a small table in the corner, and Mimi soon joined them with two cups of coffee.

  “Don’t worry. I made Ian promise to guard our dessert. Mac was eyeing it like a hungry dog.” Mimi tsked. “Boy should know better, but Ian will mind him.”

  Maggie laughed. “You have blinders on if you think Ian won’t eat your dessert too.”

  The three of them looked over at Mac and Ian still arguing as they scarfed down their cheesecakes in about three bites.

  Mimi sighed. “Well, he’d better get me a new one if he eats mine.” Then she turned to Emma and wiggled her brows. “Now, Emma, didn’t I tell you your destiny was in the cards?”

  Emma shrugged. “I make my own destiny.”

  Maggie drank her coffee. “Oh, honey, I tried that too. And somehow I still ended up with the love of my life.” She looked so in love, so happy, that Emma wondered if she might someday have the same. If it would be possible to put so much faith and trust in a man and believe he’d be worthy of it.