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"I want you" the man's words were like the roar of an engine. His fingers slid to the woman's voluminous lips, and the desire he felt for them felt like an electrical discharge.

He was used to being attracted to the beauties he knew, and he always got what he wanted from them. With Blair, however, he wanted so many things that he could barely think of what to do first. And, he knew, she was committed from the first moment. His control never failed, and that redhead was a territory marked for several days.

Ever since he saw her open the bedroom door, interrupting his plans with the Norwegian model, then fleeing to the elevator... Ethan simply knew that Blair needed to be his. There were very few seconds between the moment he saw the glimpse of the red dress at the door and the moment he decided to check if that silhouette was as designed as he had thought.

"Tell me what you want" he murmured. The low tone of voice didn't let her fool her; it was an order.

The man was used to dealing wi