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With his cock in hand, he glided the head through her wetness then, proving he could be as merciful as he was powerful, sank into her. In her wide-open position, he went deep, the plug in her ass giving her a sensation of fullness like she’d never experienced before.

Fiona whimpered as the first spasms began in her lower belly; what control she had left was at its end.

Noah pulled out, groaning the next second when he drove into her again. His thumb found her clit.

“You may come now,” he allowed in a strained voice that proved he also strived to maintain control.

His permission given, her hands slid up his chest, and her fingers curled into his shoulders as her body succumbed to the ecstasy that had been building.Her only regret she was too far gone in her passion to watch as his pleasure overtook him.

Chapter 21

Robert Jordan is Dead

SNUGGLED INTO THE CUSHY, body-hugging leather seat of Noah’s SUV, she barely registered the flicker of green on the dash, as he signaled his intent to pull into the space the Cadillac Escalade was currently backing out of.

It was nearly eleven, much later than they usually arrived. But Fiona had worked until nine. After starting at 11 a.m., it made for a long day. She didn’t even try to stifle her yawn.

After parking, Noah took her hand and brought it to his lips. “We won’t stay long. I’d have left you home in bed, but I didn’t have anyone to relieve me, and Trey has information he wants to share.”

“Do you usually conduct Rossi business at the club?”

“It’s not unheard of, since so many of us are members.”

She leaned her head back and heaved a frustrated sigh. “It stinks that it’s been weeks and I still need a babysitter.”

“Don’t let any of the guys hear you using that term. They’re highly skilled security professionals, and don’t you forget it.”

With a little huff of a laugh, too tired to do more than that, she rolled her head on the leather headrest and looked at him in the darkness. “That sounds like a quote.”

“If I had a dollar for every time Tristan said it.” He kissed her hand again. “Stay there. I’m coming around.”

Her sigh was more wistful than fatigued as she watched him round the hood. He was the best of two worlds. A gallant gentleman who kissed her hand, opened doors for her, and cooked her breakfast in bed. And his grin had the power to melt her heart. He was also a kink-loving dom between the sheets—or wherever he decided.

They walked arm in arm into the club and went directly to the administrative suite. The usual players had gathered and were seated around a conference table that looked identical to the one at Rossi. This time, she was the one sharing a chair with her dom because there wasn’t enough for everyone.

When Noah initially pulled her into his lap, she’d resisted.

“Don’t.” His stern, one-word command had her curling up and snuggling into him like the kitten he always called her. If he welcomed an armful of woman in his lap, who was she to argue?

Trey, aka Griff, hadn’t arrived yet, and Fiona actually fell asleep with her head on Noah’s shoulder while waiting.

The buzz of conversation didn’t disturb her, but when the door latch shut with a softsnick, she jerked awake like it was a gunshot.

“Easy, kitten,” Noah murmured, his hand rubbing up and down her spine until she relaxed against him again.

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