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  When the lift stopped at their floor, Matt surprised Emily by lifting her in his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he exited the lift, pressing firm kisses across her lips, her cheeks, and her neck. The length of his erection pressed against her crotch and Emily wiggled a little, enjoying the sensation as his denim jeans brushed against her clit, sending sharp spasms of desire through her body.

  “Fuck, I'm gonna lose control, if you keep that up,” Matt warned, breaking away from her lips as they reached their designated room.

  “I'm counting on it,” Emily admitted huskily, pressing tiny kisses across his cheek as he fumbled with the keycard in his impatience to get into the room. With a quiet click, the door unlocked and Matt shoved it open, pushing it shut behind him as he pressed Emily up against the wall and rubbed himself against her, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he rubbed his hands across her waist, up her ribs until he found those gorgeous breasts which had so mesmerized him this afternoon.

  Emily arched forward, the touch of his hands against her breasts electrifying despite the layers of clothing between her skin and his hands. She felt her nipples bead and harden against her bra, the touch of his thumbs over them sending streaks of desire straight into her groin.

  Matt picked her up again, carrying her to the bed and dropping her gently onto it, not breaking the kiss they shared as he lowered himself down across her body. He lowered his hand to her breast again, brushing his fingers across her nipple lazily.

  “I want you to undress for me,” he demanded huskily. “I wanna see all of you, every single inch I missed out on this afternoon.”

  Emily's eyes were clouded with desire, the blue startling against the dark bedcover. “On the bed, or off?”

  Matt thought for only a second, before rolling away from her and sitting up against the dark wooden headboard with an enigmatic smile. “Off.”

  Emily returned his smile and moved sensuously towards the end of the bed, reminding Matt of a tiny kitten. The striptease she performed had absolutely nothing to do with cute little animals, however, and his breathing accelerated as she sashayed slowly around the side of the bed, lifting her cotton shirt over her head, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of her lace covered breasts before she turned away, cheekily smiling across her shoulder. She unclipped the front of the bra, easing the straps from her shoulders. She slipped the bra from her arms and dangled it in the air for a moment before dropping it down to the ground.

  Even from this distance in the darkened room, Matt could see… scars. They were faded to white, barely visible against her back, but there, just the same. He wondered what had caused them and for a split second was going to ask, but he didn't want to upset her, didn't think now was the time. There would be time to ask, and learn more about her later. Now, he wanted her, all of her and his blood boiled in his veins as he watched her delicate back, imagined licking those luscious little dimples he could see just above her gorgeous ass.

  “Turn around,” Matt growled huskily.

  Emily turned around and Matt inhaled deeply, his eyes on her breasts. Lush and pert, her dusky pink nipples stood out invitingly and he beckoned her towards him.

  “I thought you wanted me to strip?”

  “I wanna touch those gorgeous breasts.”

  With a little smile, Emily moved towards him and Matt reached out, brushing his fingertips over her breasts, enjoying the little shiver that rippled through her body. Leaning forward, he captured a nipple in his mouth, laving across it with his tongue before he suckled it deeply, reaching to tease the other nipple with his fingers. Emily leaned into him, her hands running through his dark hair and shut her eyes in ecstasy.

  Matt released her breast with a gentle kiss and rubbed his hand across her ass. “The rest,” he said gruffly. “Now I want to see all of you.”

  Emily took a step back and unbuttoned her jeans, easing the zipper down. Matt's eyes never left hers as she hooked her fingers into the edge of the denim and slipped them down her legs. Stepping out of the jeans, she found Matt staring at the scrap of lace which covered her pussy and he licked his lips. “Take them off,” he ordered.

  Emily pulled at the tiny lace strings on her hips, releasing the G-string and letting it waft down to the floor.

  For a long moment, Matt let his eyes wander across Emily's body, aware of the little note of hesitation in her eyes. It made him wonder how she looked when she was with one of her johns, but he rapidly swept the thought away. “Come here, sweetheart,” he held his arms out wide and Emily cautiously approached him, her movements hesitant.

  “What's wrong?” Matt questioned quietly, pulling her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her body.

  “I don't want you to be disappointed.”

  “Jesus, Emily, how could I be disappointed? You're beautiful.”

  “Let me please you,” she whispered huskily.

  She wriggled away from his arms and Matt lay back, watching with lust-filled eyes as Emily reached for the edge of his t-shirt, allowing her to pull it up over his head. She reached for the button on his jeans, but Matt stayed her hands, squeezing her fingers gently. “I'm in charge here. Lie down.”

  Doing as he said, Emily lay back against the pillows, her curls spread out around her pretty face as she watched Matt intently. He slipped off the side of the bed and unbuttoned his jeans, shucking off his shoes and socks before he slipped both his jeans and boxers down to the floor and stepped out of them.

  He was gorgeous. Emily licked her lips as Matt slid onto the bed beside her, admiring his broad shoulders, the well-defined ropes of muscle in his arms and stomach rippling with the movement. She reached out and touched him, lowering her head to kiss first one nipple then the other, before shuffling down towards his glorious cock, which stood out before him, proud and thick.

  Matt caught her and pulled her back up beside him. “Whoa, sweetheart. I'm in charge, remember?” He rolled onto his side, wrapping his arm across her waist in a gentle grip. “And I'm making love to you.”

  With a contented little sigh, Emily allowed him to take control, and Matt lowered his head to her breasts once again. He licked and suckled first one, then the other, his hand trailing a gentle path down her flat stomach until his fingers found the neatly clipped curls at the juncture of her thighs. Emily instinctively parted her legs, giving him ready access and sighed into Matt's mouth as he kissed her, his fingers twirling deliciously lightly across the curls, leaving her gasping and wanting more. “Please, Matt, please.”

  Matt smiled against her mouth. “Please Matt, what?”

  “Touch me. Please, touch me.”

  Matt's fingertip brushed across her clit for only a fraction of a second, and she moaned softly at the electrifying jolt of desire that shot through her. He trailed his fingers down the side of her thigh, then returned to her pussy and gently rubbed her clit again as he increased the pressure of his mouth against hers, his tongue seeking, dueling with her own as they discovered one another. It was as natural as if they'd made love a thousand times, each instinctively learning the others body, responding to one another in ways neither of them could have envisaged.

  Emily raked her fingers down Matt's finely muscled abdomen, letting them trail down until she scraped her nails tenderly across his cock and Matt moaned against her mouth, slipping two fingers into her dripping pussy. “Oh, God. You're so tight, so hot.”

  “I want you, Matt,” Emily responded softly.

  It was all Matt needed to hear and he reached down, drawing his wallet from his jeans pocket and pulling a condom from it.

  “You came prepared,” Emily remarked, tracing her fingers across the muscle in his back as Matt tore open the packaging with his teeth.

  “Wishful thinking,” Matt muttered.

  The sound of Emily's giggle made him smile, even as he fumbled with the condom. He ached with need, his erection throbbing painfully, the need to be one with Emily overwhelming. The feel of her fingers against his back, the warmth of her s
kin created an electrical undercurrent in his body he'd never experienced before. It was as if she somehow connected to his body – his spirit and his mind – and he didn't think he could survive another minute without feeling her around him.

  Matt lifted himself up and over Emily, cradling himself between Emily's thighs and he smiled down at her, brushing a gentle kiss against her lips. “I want you, Emily.”

  She smiled up at him, her expression wistful. “I want you, too. Make love to me.”

  He could feel the warmth of her against his body, felt the heat of her core against his balls as he dropped his mouth against hers, their tongues dueling and he moaned against her mouth. He edged himself up and positioned the head of his cock against her entrance, shuddering as he fought for control. Every instinct in his body wanted him to move quickly, plunge into her, and brand her as his, but he was worried about hurting her, he was big, she was impossibly tiny. Could she take him, all of him?

  Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his cock an inch inside her and Matt groaned. “Please, Matt. I want you.” She lifted her hips, forcing him further in and Matt brushed a kiss across her forehead.

  “I don't want to hurt you, sweetheart,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  “You won't. Matt, I know you won't.”

  Her trust in him burnt through the last of his control and he sunk into her to the hilt, their moans joining as Emily gripped his buttocks and rolled her hips in delight.

  “Okay?” Matt grunted before he began to move gently inside her. God, she was heaven on earth – tight and wet, she sheathed him like a glove, and he loved it.

  “More than okay.”

  “Good.”

  “Very good. More than good.” Emily met his movements with her own, forcing him to increase his speed and he kissed a path across her forehead and cheeks, palming one breast against his hand.

  “So good,” Matt groaned.

  “Harder, Matt. Please. Harder.”

  Matt closed his eyes, pumping in and out of Emily's body was ecstasy, his balls drew up, and he knew he wouldn't last long. Despite the climax Emily had given him earlier today, he was primed and loaded for another one.

  “So close, so close,” Emily was chanting softly and Matt wanted to remember the look of ecstasy on her face forever, the slight puffiness in her lips from his kisses, the look of rapture in her beautiful blue eyes.

  “Come for me, sweetheart.” Matt brushed his fingers across Emily's clit and she exploded, screaming his name as she clenched around him, drawing out his own climax. He roared her name as he pumped his seed deep within her, collapsing against her and breathing heavily.

  Wary of his weight pressing too hard onto her, Matt slumped over to one side, drawing Emily with him so she was tucked up against his side. She curled up next to him like a contented kitten and Matt wrapped his arms around her possessively. He didn't know where this was going, but he loved the feel of her body against his, surrounding him. With the scent of her perfume filling his senses, he waited for the pace of his heartbeat to slow, rubbing his fingers across her spine in a circular motion.

  “Are you alright?” Emily questioned softly.

  Matt brushed his fingers through her curls. “Fabulous. Why?”

  “I just wondered—” Emily broke off, snuggling closer to Matt's chest. “Doesn't matter.”

  Matt captured her chin against his fingertips, drawing her face up gently to gaze at her. “What's up?”

  She breathed in deeply, her eyes troubled and Matt's heart jolted in his chest. She hadn't enjoyed it. Did she think they'd made a mistake? He gazed down at her for a long time, watching her eyes for a hint of what she was thinking.

  “I didn't know if you'd be okay after… well, um… your first time since your wife.” Emily bit her lip anxiously.

  He inhaled deeply, relieved to discover she wasn't having second thoughts. “I'm okay, sweetheart.” He dropped a kiss on Emily's curls. “I'll always love Caroline – always. She was a huge part of my life, the mother of my children. But what I shared with you – it was unique, wonderful. And I can never thank you enough.”

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  Emily watched the emotions filtering across the strong face of the man lying beside her, quietly waiting while he worked through his thought processes. She expected him to get up and walk out – any second now. It was obvious he'd never considered being a Dom, never had experience of it. Yet earlier, when he'd demanded she eat her dinner and just now, when he'd told her what he wanted her to do – he'd spoken like a true Dom. Was it possible he could find a dominant nature, buried somewhere deep inside the man he was? It was almost too much to hope for and Emily warned herself to remain detached, to allow him to choose for himself. A Dom was created naturally, not formed because of another person's needs. He would have to harbor natural dominant tendencies – it couldn't be forced.

  Emily found herself praying he did.

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  “Grayson.” The voice that answered the call was grumpy, roughened with sleep.

  “William Collado. I have work for you.” William recited the number plate he'd memorized. “Find out everything you can about the owner. I expect your report within twenty four hours.” He disconnected the call irritably and returned to his silent contemplation of the hotel where Emily had disappeared with the dark haired stranger. Fury gripped him when he considered what he should do next. Emily was his. She was his to do as he pleased with, and the sooner she was returned to him, the better.

  Up until now, she seemed to be constantly under the protection of the bitch that ran Salacious, and was constantly watched by the bald-headed guy who was apparently a bodyguard and went with her, whenever she serviced a client.

  Collado gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. He'd given Emily everything she'd desired and this was how she repaid him, by selling her body to strangers. How ironic, when he had willingly shared her amongst his friends for nothing – he could have farmed her out for cash and all this time he'd missed the opportunity. How unlike him, to miss an opportunity to make a profit. When he had her back… she would pay for what she'd done to him, for the way she'd embarrassed him.

  With this man though, the man she had disappeared into the hotel with – somehow this was a different situation. Collado had seen her collected from Salacious, leaving the goon behind. He'd watched them enter the restaurant together, had sat a short distance away as they'd spoken on the boardwalk. He'd seen the man draw her towards the hotel where they were now ensconced, and Collado knew instinctively the man was not a client. He was a date and Collado intended on using whatever he could find out about the guy to get Emily back.

  His limp cock grew hard at the thought of the many ways he would punish Emily and he could imagine her screaming in pain and begging for forgiveness. With a wry smile, William turned the key in the ignition and drove slowly away from the hotel.

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  Chapter Five

  Saturday found Matt rising early, despite the delight of having no kids to deal with and the day off. He'd spent a restless night, tossing and turning. Even when he did settle to sleep, his slumber was filled with erotic dreams involving a woman with dark curls and blue eyes. After leaving the hotel, Matt dropped Emily back at Salacious, with them both agreeing to give one another some time to think. After a gentle kiss, Matt had driven away, intent on waiting a few days to contact her.

  When he crawled out of bed at seven, he had an erection and desperately needed to take a piss. Solving one problem left him stuck with the other and in desperation, he used soap and his hand to bring himself a little relief. It was the first time since Caroline died that he'd relieved his own sexual frustration and his third orgasm. Maybe things were looking up. He refused to succumb to guilt over Emily being the fantasy used to relieve his frustration, and not his beloved wife. Caroline was gone, she wasn't coming back. He knew she wouldn't want Matt mourning her forever and he was optimistic
as he came downstairs.

  That optimism lasted for exactly thirty minutes – long enough to make coffee, turn on the computer in the study and prepare breakfast. By the time he'd taken Emily's advice, using Google to investigate BDSM, he was back in pessimistic mode. Page after page informed him of the role of a Dominant and frankly, some of it made him sick to his stomach. Flogging, inflicting pain, treating a woman as if she was a belonging – Matt was overwhelmed by what he saw and read. He ran through Emily's list in his head, working out how it fit in with what he was reading and was relieved to discover she obviously wasn't into the more outrageous stuff, but it was still disconcerting. She'd said she did oral sex with men and women and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He'd watched plenty of porn, enjoyed a bit of girl on girl action – but not when it was his girl. And did that make Emily bisexual? The more he thought about it, the more fucking freaked out he got. There was nothing wrong with being bisexual, he had friends on the force who were bisexual, had other friends who were homosexual. Matt wasn't homophobic, but he had his kids to consider. How could he explain Emily to his kids, or his parents? What the hell did he tell them about what she did for a living? What would happen when they asked questions about her life?

  Worse still, what he and Emily indulged in last night was straight vanilla – obviously nothing like what she wanted, or what she needed. The very thought had him breaking out in a cold sweat. She appeared to enjoy herself last night – was it just an act?

  Turning off the computer, Matt went upstairs and changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, pulling on some sneakers. A run usually helped clear his head, focus his thoughts. Today, it didn't help.

  Things only got worse when he was called in to work on Saturday afternoon, there'd been a double homicide in the precinct, and they were already short-staffed due to another homicide that occurred early on Saturday morning. Matt answered his pager begrudgingly and headed out, grumbling beneath his breath about working homicide. It was a shitty job, which admittedly paid okay, but the hours were screwing with his home life, with his kids.