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  She released a breath. She’d lived.

  Conner stepped to her side and used the sink to wash the plug. When he was finished, he put it in a drawer, opening and closing it so fast she barely had the chance to see the contents.

  What she did see made her eyes widen, however. There were other toys in that drawer. Most of them in the original packaging.

  Oh God. Was all that for her? Had he purchased it in the last few days?

  “Don’t nose around in there, baby. I can see the curiosity on your face. Leave the contents a mystery.” He took her shoulder and urged her to stand upright. His serious expression made her lick her lips.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He took her hand then and led her to the shower.

  The warm water felt amazing, and she stepped under the spray to let it run down her face and body.

  Conner didn’t say a word while he grabbed the shampoo from the shelf and poured it in his hand. Before she knew it, he had his hands buried in her hair, massaging her scalp.

  She moaned. It felt so good. Her body relaxed, and she closed her eyes as he took care of her. She took mental notes. He doesn’t demand feeding you himself, but he likes to wash you.

  “Keep your eyes closed, baby.” His voice was husky. She had no intention of opening them anyway with soap running down her face.

  Every sound was louder with her eyes shut. A pop, and then his hands were on her shoulders, smoothing soap down her arms and then over her breasts. He lingered on her nipples, rubbing them until they stiffened.

  She leaned toward him, her mouth opening. She didn’t care that soap ran into her mouth. Her arousal shot up a notch with every touch.

  “Good girl. Just feel. Eyes stay closed. You’ve done so well. You deserve a reward.”

  A reward. Thank God. Her body hummed with need.

  He pinched her nipples and then let his hands smooth down to her belly and then her thighs. He made his way down her legs, kneeling in front of her, before he eased back up. “Spread your legs, baby.” His breath hit her pussy as he spoke, the cooler air in contrast to the warm water.

  She opened her stance as his fingers found her center. She grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. Steadying herself, she concentrated on his every touch. He stroked through her folds several times and then his fingers danced around her clit. “May I shave you?”

  Her eyes shot open. What? He didn’t notice her infraction, however, since his gaze was focused on her pussy. And she was forced to close her eyes just as quickly when soap ran down her forehead.

  “Please? I’ll be careful. Promise,” he continued when she didn’t respond.

  “Um.” She couldn’t imagine herself consenting to that. No one had ever suggested something that intimate. Shave my pussy?

  She’d never even gone to a waxing center to get a Brazilian. The idea made her cringe.

  But this was Conner. He had wormed his way into every single aspect of her life so quickly and thoroughly she really shouldn’t be shocked at his suggestion. “Okay,” she muttered.

  He stood and kissed her gently on the lips and then eased her under the spray of water. Shampoo ran down her, rinsing the soap from her face.

  When he helped her out of the direct spray, she blinked her eyes open.

  Conner stared down at her. He hadn’t given her permission to look at him yet, but he didn’t mention it. He stroked his thumb over her lower lip as he backed her up to sit her on the built-in bench seat. “Scoot back. Put your heels on the tile. Spread wide.”

  She shivered as she followed his instructions. In this position, her lower lips parted and her clit throbbed. So erotic.

  Conner grabbed a bottle of shaving cream and tipped it up to squirt a mound of it into his palm.

  Sabrina winced. He was really going to do this. She hoped he was quick about it because she didn’t think she would breathe the entire time.

  He kneeled between her legs and flattened his palm on her pussy, smearing the cream everywhere.

  Holy mother of God. She almost came.

  And then his hand was gone, and he used it to hold her wide and steady while he stroked over her tender flesh with the razor in his other hand.

  The scraping noise unnerved her more. She didn’t dare move a single muscle. Instead she watched closely as he worked his way down toward her ass, holding her folds in every direction as he made sure he didn’t miss a spot.

  When he was satisfied, he set the razor aside. “Don’t move yet, baby.” He grabbed the nozzle from the wall and removed it. She hadn’t realized it was detachable, and she didn’t have time to think before the spray landed directly on her open pussy, rinsing away the shaving cream.

  Sabrina screamed out when the water hit her clit.

  Conner grinned. “You like that.”

  She panted. “Conner… Stop… I’m going to come…”

  He dropped the spray head, and it swayed along the wall, the water hitting them both haphazardly as he leaned into her. He gripped her thighs with both hands, held them wider, and sucked her clit into his mouth with no warning.

  Sabrina came so hard and fast, her breath left her. All the blood ran from her head to her core, leaving her dizzy. Her legs shook as pulse after pulse of her orgasm pressed against his relentless mouth.

  He didn’t stop.

  She never had a chance to ease down from her high before it built again.

  Still he licked and nibbled her sensitive clit. And then he released one thigh and thrust several fingers into her pussy.

  She screamed again. Her head rocked back until it hit the tile wall. Her eyes rolled back. Her vision blurred. Her arousal rose higher. She gripped involuntarily at his fingers with her pussy.

  It was too much and not enough.

  She curled her fingers around the edge of the bench seat, unable to get a grip on the slippery tile.

  So close.

  And then he was gone.

  Her head yanked forward. She tried to concentrate on his face through the fog. “No. Oh God. Conner. You can’t stop.” She gulped.

  “Need to be inside you, baby.” He flipped off the water and lifted her into his arms so fast, her head was spinning.

  Suddenly, the shower door was open and the cool air of the house hit her wet skin. She shivered, squirming in his embrace. Still so needy. Her mouth hung open, but she couldn’t speak.

  Conner strode quickly through the room and out the door, not stopping for towels. Thank God.

  He tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed. “On your hands and knees, Sabrina.”

  Her limbs didn’t work. She was shocked. She remained on her ass, watching him while he grabbed a condom from the bedside table, ripped it open, and rolled it down his cock. Water dripped down his body from his hair. He didn’t seem to notice or care.

  “Knees, baby. Now. Flip over.” He stepped toward her.

  She blinked, trying to assimilate the meaning of his words.

  He didn’t wait. He grabbed her waist and flipped her over. “Can you hold yourself up?”

  She nodded, completely unsure. Her sopping wet hair matted to her cheek, soaking the bed in front of her.

  “Lean forward on your forearms, baby. You can rest your head on the mattress.”

  That suggestion was easy. She nearly collapsed. The only reason her knees didn’t buckle was because he grabbed her thighs with his hands and spread them wider, almost too wide. And before she knew what was happening, he gripped her waist and thrust into her.

  “Yes…” A loud groan left her lips on the end of that word. “Oh God, yes.”

  His cock seemed larger than ever. Every movement drove her higher as he fucked her hard.

  She dug her forehead into the mattress between her hands to steady herself, gasping for air. She blinked as drips of water ran into her eyes. The sheet was soaked now. It stuck to her face.

  While he fucked her hard and fast, one hand disappeared. A finger landed seconds later on her forbidden hole, tapping it and then
rubbing the sensitive flesh of her ass before pressing into her without warning.

  Sabrina moaned so loud she shocked herself. That’s how good it felt. So aroused she lost all sense of reason and didn’t care what he did. And that finger rubbing against his cock inside her was heavenly. “Yes…” she muttered again. “God, Conner. Please… More.” More what? She had no idea.

  And then he added a second finger.

  Ohh… So full. So fantastically delicious. She’d never felt like this before.

  Too soon, she was on the edge.

  Conner reached under her and pinched her clit with his free hand.

  She shattered, her orgasm seeming to rip her into a million pieces. Nothing would be left of her.

  Still he thrust. “That’s it, baby.” He rubbed her clit then, harder, faster, pushing her orgasm into another one before it subsided.

  No thoughts would gather in her head. She wanted to beg him to stop. It was too much. Too sensitive.

  She wanted to beg him to keep doing what he was doing. And how the hell was he managing so many assaults at once?

  His cock thrust faster, his fingers in tandem, and his other hand pressed hard against her clit. “Come again for me, baby. Take me with you.”

  Could she? Her breathing was erratic.

  “Do it, Sabrina,” he commanded. “Come. One more time.”

  As if her body obeyed him even when her mind wasn’t capable, she followed his demand. The deep pulsing grip she had on his cock as a third orgasm shook her entire body seemed to cause her to float away from herself as if she’d died.

  The intensity was overwhelming. She gulped for air. None seemed to come into her lungs.

  And then Conner groaned loudly, his voice piercing the fog. He removed his fingers from her ass and her clit and gripped her hips to hold her steady, his cock deep inside her, pulsing into her depths forever.

  When he was done, he didn’t move.

  She could hear him breathing at least as heavily as her.

  He leaned forward and kissed her lower back as he eased out. “Don’t move.” He walked away.

  Don’t move? She collapsed seconds later, her body falling onto the soaked bed, sprawled out on her belly while she continued to take deep breaths. Her wet hair covered her face. She couldn’t see through the curtain of it. She didn’t care. She couldn’t move. Perhaps she’d never be able to move again.

  He was back, chuckling. A towel landed on her back and he dried her still-wet skin before he climbed up to one side of her and gathered her back against his front. He brushed her hair from her face. “Are you alive?”

  “No.” It was the only word she could manage. And it was appropriate. She was certain she had actually died, and this was heaven.

  He pulled the comforter over them awkwardly, considering they were lying sideways across the bed. “Are you cold?”

  She didn’t know.

  He chuckled again. “Maybe I have killed you. That would be horrible to explain to the police.” He kissed her shoulder, nibbled a path to her ear.

  She concentrated on breathing. If she remembered correctly, that was the most important part of staying alive.

  There was silence for several minutes while her body came back to Earth. Conner stroked her skin everywhere with his free hand, up and down her side, across her breast. Her damn nipple stood at attention every time he grazed over it. “You okay?”

  “I think.”

  “Did I push you too far?”

  “No.” She swallowed. “God, no.”

  His laugher was silent, but she could feel the vibration of it shaking her body. “So you would do that again?”

  “I’m thinking about when it might be too early to toss out a string of cuss words.”

  He laughed harder, his hand trailing down to stroke her still-heated ass. “Not today, baby. You need a break.”

  “If that’s how you plan to fuck me after you spank me every time, it might be worth it.”

  He rolled her to her back and met her gaze. His face was filled with mirth, the wrinkles around his eyes spreading wide to go with his smile. “I might have to get more creative.”

  “Mmm. I might not mind.” She shivered. Even with the comforter, she was cooling down against the wet sheets.

  “Tell me you’re mine.”

  “I’ve already told you that.”

  “Do it again.”

  “I’m yours.”

  He kissed her, deep and thoroughly. And then he set his forehead against hers. “How about we shower again, separately this time, and then perhaps we can actually face each other without fucking for a few minutes.”

  “We can try.” She shrugged, not at all sure it was possible and not at all sure she cared. His dominance was intense at times. The last twelve hours had been amazing, though. If she could endure a spanking like last night, being left needy to sleep, having him shave her pussy, and then letting him fuck her hard with his fingers in her ass…she could not only endure anything he dished out, but probably enjoy it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Conner took Sabrina to his favorite burger joint for lunch. It was a gorgeous day, and the place had outdoor picnic tables that were perfect. It didn’t seem like they could do any talking as long as they were in the privacy of the house. Every time he looked her in the eye, they started kissing.

  She wanted to go home and work for the afternoon. Conner needed to grade papers anyway, and there was no way he would get anything done with her in his house. As loath as he was to admit it.

  “I can’t believe you eat this stuff,” she teased, holding up a thick burger loaded with cheese, bacon, and all the regular toppings. She could barely get her mouth around it.

  “What? Are you saying my favorite indulgence isn’t delicious?” He covered his heart in mock hurt.

  “No.” She pointed at his chest with a general wave of her hand. “I’m saying how the hell does someone as fit as you eat this and stay so buff?”

  He laughed. “I work out. A lot. Hard. I can eat whatever I want in between.”

  “Even at your advanced age?”

  He wadded up his napkin and threw it at her across the table. And then he stood, leaned over the red-and-white checkered table cloth, and grabbed her face to lean over and whisper in her ear. “I didn’t hear anyone complaining about my advanced age this morning while I had my cock in her sweet wet pussy and my fingers in her tight virgin ass.”

  She giggled, a shiver shaking her as he let her go. Her eyes danced with mirth when he sat back down.

  What he wanted to do was take her over his knee, perhaps to make her come screaming his name rather than spank her.

  Suddenly a shadow fell over him as someone stepped in between him and the sun. When he turned to look up, he was shocked to find Dmitry Volikov straddling the bench seat of the picnic table.

  He plopped himself down too close for comfort and grabbed one of Conner’s fries. “Hey.”

  Conner narrowed his gaze at Dmitry, stiffening. “What are you doing here, Volikov?”

  “You’re a difficult man to track down.”

  “I heard you were looking for me at the gym. If this is about fighting for Yenin, forget it. Tell him I said fuck no for the millionth time.”

  Sabrina flinched, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

  The last thing Conner wanted to do was mix Sabrina up with the Russians. It left a bad taste in his mouth. Dmitry was a good enough guy most of the time, but Conner wasn’t sure he trusted him.

  “Dude, you think I haven’t already conveyed that message?” Dmitry turned toward Sabrina and smiled as though he’d just realized Conner wasn’t dining alone. His gaze ran up and down her torso, taking her in.

  Conner’s blood boiled. “You still haven’t answered my question. What are you doing here, Dmitry?”

  Slowly, Dmitry let his gaze slide from Sabrina to Conner. “Anton is in a state. I wanted to warn you.”

  “I got that the last time I saw him.” When he threatened me.<
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  “He talks about you a lot.” Dmitry leaned closer. “A lot.” He glanced at Sabrina again. At least he had the sense not to blab everything he knew to her.

  Conner had to appreciate that much. He sat back, wiping his fingers on his napkin. At least he’d finished his burger before Dmitry ruined his appetite. “What do you want me to do?”

  Dmitry shrugged. “Watch your back.”

  Conner sucked in a sharp breath. “You think it’s that bad?” So much for keeping Sabrina out of the loop. She would have questions now. Rightfully so.

  “I do.”

  Conner hesitated. “Why the hell do you fight for that asshole?”

  Dmitry chuckled sardonically as he stood. “If you think it’s that simple, you’re dumber than I thought.”

  Conner swallowed. He knew the Russian fighters had a plateful of issues, but weren’t they working for Yenin voluntarily? “If you need the money, go pro. You’re good enough.”

  Dmitry shook his head as though Conner were dense. At that point, Conner was inclined to agree. “I wish I had your lily-white life with the picket fence, dude, but not all of us live that way. Stay clean. Don’t let him bully you.”

  “Trust me, man. I wouldn’t fight for him for all the money in China.”

  Dmitry tapped the table with his fingers. “What if it were for all the money in Asia, and you didn’t have any other income?” He lifted one eyebrow and then turned and walked away.

  Sabrina gasped. “What the fuck?” she mumbled when Dmitry was out of earshot.

  Conner jerked his head back to face her.

  She winced when he met her gaze.

  “For once, I’m going to have to agree with you. What the fuck is right. Dammit.” He stood. “Let’s get out of here.” He took her hand as he led her to his Mustang, glancing over his shoulder as they went. It wasn’t logical to think they were being followed. Or hell, maybe it was. As fucked up as his life was, he wouldn’t put anything past anyone lately.

  As soon as he had Sabrina safely in the car and had entered his own side and shut the door, she spoke again. “You gonna tell me what that was all about?”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t say more as he pulled away from the curb. He wanted to get out of Dodge first. He’d tell her about Yenin after they got to her house.