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"You're a lot different than the first time I met you," I whisper, exhaling tremulously when his mouth drags across the bare slope of my shoulder. "You were shy then. A little clumsy." From behind, his teeth rake my neck and I gasp. "This is far from clumsy."His mouth pauses against my skin. "When I saw that man speaking to you in the coffee shop, something changed in me. I realized...you have options." He grips my knee hard. "Eliminating those options is taking up all of my concentration. I don't have room for shy. I can't be self-conscious when all of my focus is going toward not eating you alive. Yet.""Yet?"The way he hums in my ear makes my core clench. "I told you, I'm not getting physical with you again until we separate real life and...""Play time?" I offer in a thready breath, my eyes barely able to stay open, I'm so overcome simply by having this intimate conversation with him. Being held by my Locke.The waiter arrives and pours us both a glass of red wine. He doesn't se

Something potent, a lot like power, surges in my blood as I cross the foyer, wrap a hand around her elbow and draw her out of the shadows. She searches my eyes nervously, as if I'm going to throw her out. Scold her. But she rocks back on her heels when she finds my expression purposeful, instead. Intense, steady and purposeful. And it excites her. Arouses her. Even more than the first few times we were together. I'm finally giving in, letting myself conquer Harriet, exploit her, and she can barely breathe, she's so hot for it.Letting go of her arm, I reach down and strip off her skimpy dress, throwing it aside. When she stands in my cold marble foyer in nothing but a thong and heels, I circle around back of her, watching goosebumps rise on her arms, her shoulders. Watching her thighs squeeze together to keep from trembling. Listening to her breath accelerate.I wind her hair around my fist, tugging her head back. "Did you bring me a wet pussy?"A shudder wracks her, those incredible

Being Harriet's boyfriend has come with a lot of problems—and I don't want any of them solved. In the week since I've moved her into my house, I've developed a serious issue concentrating. This morning, I was in a meeting about a new software design launch and I couldn't hear a word my chief financial officer was saying. Her moans rang in my head until I had to mop the sweat off my forehead. I can look one of my employees in the eye and not even see them. It's just her beautiful face. Her writhing body. She's everywhere.And that's exactly where I want her.Harriet living in my house has turned it into a paradise of intensity. Our conversations are heavy, breathless races through likes and dislikes, favorites, stories from our past, and we kiss our way through them, unable to stop touching. Aching.We fuck like animals. There are nail tracks all over my body, whisker burn all over hers. Sometimes she gets overwhelmed having me up close after watching me from a distance for so long. Sh

"Put it on," I manage, my voice sounding like rusted metal.Her pout is like a stroke to my dick. "You're the one who is insisting. Put it on me yourself."There is a siren wailing in my head signaling danger ahead. Having no choice, though, I take the elaborate dress off the hanger, unfasten the buttons and stoop down, holding it open for her to step into. And while she does step into the pooled silk, one high heel at a time, she does it slowly, bringing her nearly naked ass an inch from my face and lingering, running her hands up the sides of her ribcage, humming in her throat as if she doesn't have a care in the world. As if she isn't tempting me within an inch of my life.I can't resist pressing my open mouth to the swell of her left ass cheek, dragging my tongue over the lithe curve, moaning as I go. But I'm only given a quick taste when she inches away, wagging her finger at me in the mirror. "You had your chance."Gritting my teeth hard, I stand, bringing the dress up her body,

It can't be happening.No. No, it's not happening.I've never been more helpless or terrified in my life as Harriet runs into the street, the skirt of her dress flying out behind her on the breeze. Why did it take me so long to get up and chase after her? I know why, but there's no adequate excuse for letting her run. Letting her get away.Still...All this time, I've been shaming her for the death of my sister?Jesus Christ.In all my speculation over why Harriet needs to be punished and insulted during sex, I never could have expected this—and it has ripped the heart straight out of my chest. That I participated. That I allowed it to go on. The amount of remorse she must feel for being even indirectly involved in the death of my sister must be astronomical if she is seeking retribution from me in such a way. A way that demeans the best thing in my life.How could I?Why didn't I try harder to get at the truth?And now...now she's going to be taken from me. I can see it happening in