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She closed the distance between them, placing her hands on his chest. “I want you,” she said.

“Sylvie,” he said, his voice deep. “You do not have to give me sex. You are tired.”

“I’m not giving you sex, Christos. I want to show you what trusting you means.” She leaned in, her lips pressed to his. “Have you ever had a relationship like this?”

“No,” he said, reaching up to grip her wrist, holding her steady. “I have never had a relationship.”

“In some ways, you’re a virgin,” she said.

He chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t say that.”

“Have you ever had a woman who trusted you enough to let her do whatever you wanted? Didn’t you once say that you would spank me?”

The heat in his eyes flared, and desire mounted within her.

“Yes,” he said, holding her chin in his hand. “I did say that I would spank you for being bad.”

“You haven’t done it.”

He stoked her face, his dark eyes almost black. “Because you’ve been my good girl. Why does a good girl want to be treated like she’s bad?”

As ever, his affirmation of her aroused her and warmed her all at once. Made her feel so good. So special. Made her feel like she was enough, which nothing and no one ever had before.

“Iamyour good girl,” she said.

“Yes, you are. So good,” he said, his voice strained.

“I just want you to make me feel. And I want to show you. I want to show you how much I trust you.”

“I believe you.”

“Hasanyoneever trusted you?”

“Only you.”

“Mine,” he ground out.

Suddenly, she found herself being put over his knee. The movement was fluid. He moved his large hand over her back, down around her ass. “No,” he said. “A woman has never trusted me with this.”

“I didn’t think so,” she said. “But I would.”

Desire roared through her. She enjoyed this. Pushing the edge of pain and pleasure. Just skirting it. It made her feel reckless and wild. While she was safe with him.

He raised his hand and brought it down on her backside.

She gasped, the glorious sting radiating between her thighs turning her on.

He brought his hand down on her backside again. And again.

She shivered, need racing through her.

He was bigger than her. He could cause harm if he wanted to, but that wasn’t what this was. It was a demonstration of his care, of how she wanted him. All the ways she wanted him. And the way she trusted him to always only make her feel good, no matter what he did.

She was slick and wet and ready for him. She needed him more than she needed to breathe.

He stripped her lovely summer dress away from her body and brought her down to the floor next to the table.

He kissed his way over her skin. Lingering on her pregnant belly.“Mine,”he said.