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This doesn’t feel like a dream. It feels real. So real.

That caress shoots from my breast to my pussy likelightning. “Oh, please, don’t.”

That is what I’m supposed to say, right? I’m not supposed tolet a stranger touch me like this.

Even if it feels like heaven. All the fear in my systemseems to turn to arousal, flooding me with need.

It’s been so long since anyone touched me like this, since Ifelt wanted.

Beck moves in, his big body crowding me as his other handreaches up. The sunlight hits his face. His gray eyes are heating up, and heruns his tongue over his lips to wet them. He looks like a man about to enjoy agood meal. His hands caress my breasts and he sighs.

He breathes deeply, his nose at the top of my head. “And whynot? How will I know if we’re compatible if I don’t touch you? If I’m going topay this much for a woman, then I have to be sure I’m getting what we need.”

The “we” part barely registers in my head because Beck’swarm hands trail a path across my skin as he looks me over. His fingertipsbrush my nipples before closing over them. He rolls them between his fingers,pinching down on just the right side of pain. This. This is what I need. Thisis why my brain came to this place.

For comfort before my dull existence steals another day fromme.

My nipples peak, already sensitized to his touch.

I’ve been so lonely. I’ve been fooling myself, sayingeverything is fine and it’ll all get better. I’m stuck, and I need to find away out.

He finally seems satisfied with his exploration of mybreasts and moves around to my exposed back. He traces the length of my spinewith a single finger, causing me to shudder with desire under his touch as hisfinger lightly delves into the valley of my cheeks.

This is what I’ve craved for a long time. A dominant man inmy sexual life. A man I can trust with my body.

His mouth is mere centimeters from my ear. “You’re gorgeous.Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I saw a woman as fuckable as you?And as to your earlier statement about being worried I might be hard to getaway from, I promise you, you won’t get away from me. Not ever.”

“Please.” My whole body is hot with wanting, and I no longerwant to wake up from this fantasy. The thought scares me. I can’t let this manseduce me. I have a life back home. It isn’t much, but it is mine. I can’tallow this man to seduce me. I can’t let myself be sold at some marketplace tothe highest bidder. I hadn’t realized how dark I’ve become. “I want to gohome.”

I can barely breathe, and the words don’t pulse withpassion. They’re flat, rote, like something I’ve been trained to say all mylife.

I want to go home. Home. I don’t know where home is anymore.It’s a word that basically holds no real meaning for me. It’s a phantom,haunting me, forcing me to question if it was ever real in the first place.

But something feels real. The hard ridge of his erectiongently brushes my backside. The impulse to beg him to use it on me is almostimpossible to deny. I’ve never wanted a man’s touch so much.

Then he’s gone, and I nearly cry out at the absence of hiswarmth. He circles around me and seems satisfied he’s seen what he needs to.Beck’s gray eyes are kind as he stares down. His sensual lips are close, soclose I can feel the heat coming off his body. His face is barely an inch frommine.

He kisses my forehead gently.

“Sorry. I’m your home now.” He leans over, and his mouthcovers mine.

All thoughts flee. I can do nothing but concentrate on hislips and the feel of his hands. When his tongue brushes my lips, I soften underhis dominance, letting him inside my mouth. His hands tighten and wind aroundmy waist. I feel delicate against him, a sensation I so rarely have. I’vealways felt ungainly and awkward during sex. I never know how to please the manI’m with. I’ve been too shy to ask for what I want. The result has been a shortseries of disappointing encounters. My own husband left me, telling me I don’tknow how to truly please a man.

But I can feel Beck’s desire. It practically rolls off him,the sensation almost a hum on my skin. Like we’re connected in some oddfashion. He’s not playing a game. He takes what he wants, and it does somethingfor me. I’ve read about Dominance and submission and the fine art of BDSM, butputting the theory to the test is something different. The chains suddenly feelsensual rather than menacing. They hold me still for his pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful.” Beck sighs in my ear when he breaksthe kiss, moving to press his lips to my neck. His hands trace a path from mywaist to the cheeks of my ass. He presses his body against mine, warming me allover. “I have to know for sure, though. Please understand, I have to know…”

His fingers find my clitoris and he rubs sweet, firmcircles. I can’t get enough breath into my body.

This is insane. My pussy is wet and pulsing for him. It’sgetting out of hand, and I start to feel things I didn’t think I ever would.Oh, I want this. I want this so badly. “Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I won’t stop.” Beck groans between clenched teeth.“Come for me, a stóirín.”

I have no idea what he said, but I can feel the intentbehind the endearment. His hands are perfect on my body. Never before hasanyone played me like a finely tuned instrument, but Beck is my musician.

He gently forces two fingers high inside me, keeping thepressure on my clit with his thumb. An amazing sensation sweeps through me ashe fucks me with his fingers. In and out. In and out. It is better than anyprevious cock I’ve had. Something’s happening. Some odd and yet familiarconnection seems to open between us, but before I can process it, I fall overthe precipice and can’t think any more. I come, sobbing against his shoulder.The orgasm strums neatly through my body, making me languid and submissive.

At the instant of my orgasm, I could have sworn I could feelmyself as though I were Beck. I’d felt his fingers pressed high into my heat asthough for the slightest moment I could feel what he was feeling—warmth, sweetwetness, and a rigid hardness begging to be set loose. It had been odd. It wasalmost as if I’d been inside Beck. I shared what his body experienced as hebrought me to orgasm. A connection had opened between us. It was an intimacylike nothing I’ve felt before.