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She drew in a deep breath, gathered up her senses and some
of her pride and stepped into the hallway. He walked behind her, a silent
companion but now her nerves were frazzled. What was it about this man? It
wasn’t that she felt she had to prove herself to him.

She stopped at her door and glanced back over her shoulder
at him.  “You didn’t have to do that. I understand what’s expected of me.”

“Really?”

She fought back the irritation. “I’ve researched it. I would
never suggest this if I didn’t know what I to do.”

He nodded but still looked skeptical.

“I can play the role. You didn’t have to pull that stunt.”

He studied her for a moment, no expression on his face.
Then, he placed his hand on the wall next to her head, then leaned closer as he
did in the elevator. Gawd, he smelled good. Earthy and sensual and all wrapped
up in a dominant package of a man. She shouldn’t want to attract him, but
everything in her being was telling her to do anything to get him in her bed.

“What stunt are you talking about?”

For a moment, all she could do was look at his lips as he
spoke. His were full, sensual, and utterly irresistible,

“Callahan.”

She shook herself and tried to remember what they had been
talking about. Great, now she had to embarrass herself with an
explanation.  She didn’t want to do this. She understood she wasn’t
attractive to men like Rome. That she could live with. Having to admit it to
him out loud was more than a little awkward.

“I understand that a woman like me would never attract you—“

“What do you mean by that?”

She glanced up and realized he looked genuinely surprised.

“Nothing. Just understand I can play a role and I won’t get
all sappy on you. I want this guy as much as I do.”

Again, he was silent. She hated that, hated the way he looked
at her. It was if he was completely perplexed by her. “Play a role?”

She rolled her eyes and pulled her key card out not able to
look at him anymore.  She was damned tired and ready to collapse. Add this
embarrassment to the mix and she just wanted to crawl under the covers and
forget most of the day.

“When we’re out of the public eye, I understand. You don’t
have to play the role of my lover behind the scenes. It is easy if have
parameters.”

“Callahan.” His voice was quiet but commanding.

“What?”

“Look at me.” The order was soft, but definitely not to be
ignored. She couldn’t if she wanted to. His deep, resonate voice wrapped around
her senses and forced her to do his bidding.

When she finally made eye contact, her whole body went hot
again. The intense look had her trying to swallow, but she found her mouth dry.
He slipped his free hand up to cup her jaw. Without saying a word, he bent his
head down and brushed his mouth against hers. She could feel the heat of him
through their layers of clothing.

He leaned even closer and she could feel his erection. There
was no mistaking that. Just feeling the hot long length of him had every
hormone in her body jumping to attention ready to serve. When he pulled back it
took a few moments to open her eyes again.

The fire in his eyes was still there. His cheeks were
flushed, and she could tell there was a little more than just play-acting
involved.

“Just so you know. Guys like me can be attracted to women
like you.”

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The Dom Who Loved Me

Copyright 2011 Lexi Blake

A routine mission…

Sean Taggart is hunting a deadly terrorist, and his only lead
is the lovely Grace Hawthorne. She's the executive assistant for an employment
agency Sean suspects is a front for illegal activities. To get the truth he is
going to have to get very close to Grace, a task he is all too eager to
undertake when he discovers her deliciously submissive nature.

…turns into a dangerous seduction

Soon, Grace Hawthorne is living a double life. By day, she
is the widowed mother of two college-aged sons. By night she submits to Sean's
every dark desire. She's living out her wildest fantasies of pleasure -
intimate acts of trust she'd only read about. As passion engulfs her, a
murderer strikes, and Grace learns that Sean has a deeply hidden agenda. Will
Sean choose his mission and break her heart or be the Master of her dreams?

Enjoy the following excerpt from
The Dom Who Loved Me
:

What was he doing? He’d thought that he could charm Grace
and get the information he needed, but one little encounter with her had Sean
panting and thinking in the long term. He’d so much as told Grace he wanted a
relationship with her. And he did. God help him, he was crazy about her. It was
just one more reason to back off the intimate relationship with Grace.

Sean wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the
bathroom door.  He’d ask Grace if maybe one of her sons had left behind
something he could wear.  Anything would be easier than sitting around her
kitchen almost naked trying to explain that he didn’t want to have sex with her
when his cock so obviously did.

The sight that met him when he opened the door made him stop
in his tracks.  Suddenly every single thought of leaving Grace further
untouched fled as his cock firmly took command.

Grace sat in the middle of her queen-sized bed.  She
was completely naked and on her knees.  Her palms were up, lying on her
thighs, and her lovely head gazed to someplace on the floor in front of
her.  Her eyes were submissively down, and long auburn locks flowed around
her shoulders like a silky waterfall.  It was the graceful position of a sub
waiting for her dominant partner’s command.  Everything inside Sean
responded to it. He’d seen submissives waiting for him in this position
countless times, but his heart leapt at the sight of Grace. This wasn’t some
nameless sub looking for a good time. This was Grace. She’d never sat in this
position for anyone else. Just for him.

“Not on the bed, Grace,” he heard himself saying. “When you
greet me, you do it on the floor.”

She moved quickly and found the position again.  She
never looked up at him, merely followed his command.  Her red hair flowed
freely down her back.  It was wild and wavy from the humidity.  It
went well with her nude body, making her seem primitive and tempting.  He
took in every inch of her lovely, feminine form.  She was petite, but
curved in all the right places.  Her breasts were large and natural. 
Her waist flowed gracefully into full hips he could grip when he fucked
her.  She was the most desirable woman he had ever seen.  As though
he hadn’t just had an orgasm, his cock fought the cotton of the towel, trying
to break free.

He placed a hand on her head and gave up the fight.  He
would regret it.  He knew he would.  And he also knew he couldn’t
walk away from her.  He let the towel drop.  “Your form is next to
perfect. Straighten your spine a little. Those novels you’ve read seem to have
the right idea. Look up at me.”

Her chin came up.  Her lovely face was placid. 
Those big hazel eyes were perfectly calm, but the slight curve of her lips gave
her away.  She was thrilled with his response.  She’d known what she
was doing.  His little one was going to try to top from the bottom. 
It would be an intricate dance between them for power.  He was looking
forward to many, many years of such a struggle.  This was what you didn’t
get from a slave, this fire and passion.  She would always surprise
him.  Perhaps it was time to surprise his little sub, too.

“Did you do as I asked?”

She nodded, though a little wariness entered her expression
now.  “I opened the wine, Sir.  It’s on the table.”

Sure enough, she’d followed the letter of his command, but
not the intent.  The bottle was chilling in a little silver bucket with
two wine glasses beside it on the bedside table.  “Grace, I told you I
wanted to talk.  Did you have any intention of talking to me?”

“Oh, yes.”  Her response was bouncy as though she was
happy he’d phrased it in a way she didn’t have to lie about.  “I think we
should talk.”

He would have to be more direct. He hid the smile that
threatened. He was supposed to be in control. “Grace, are you trying to seduce
me?”

Now her face fell, and her teeth sank into her full bottom
lip.  “Can I seduce you?”

He sighed.  That was what this was about? Did the woman
not have eyes?  In the week he’d known her, he’d always had an erection
around her.  She was his fucking Viagra, and he’d gone way over the
“erection lasting four hours” point.  He didn’t need a doctor.  He
needed her.  He was far past thinking about the job. He was thinking about
Grace.

And he needed to teach his little sub a lesson.  
“I believe you’ll find you can seduce me, but first things first.”  He sat
down on her bed.  “Over my lap.”

He didn’t miss the hitch in her breath.  It wasn’t
nervousness. 

“I won’t ask again.  Right now it’s a count of
five.  Every second you delay, I add on to it.”

Grace’s gorgeous, heart-shaped ass was across his lap in no
time.  Her stomach pressed against his cock.  She wiggled a little,
trying to get situated.  Sean steadied her with his left hand.  “Do
you know why I’m going to spank you, little one?”

“Because I was trying to manipulate you.”

“No, darling.  I’m going to spank you because you’ll
like it.” 

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