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Master Sawyer finished off his energy drink as he stood, then he threw the can in the recycling bin beside the couch “That sub is going to be the death of aze darkened “I’ll be damned sure she has a red ass before I’m buried”

Master Dainst Presley, and she looked up at hi the corners of his eyes eon In his office, he seemed serious, but in this space, he seemed playful and content

A sudden loud slap broke her train of thought, and a screaeon What worried Presleysound was how it made her body come alive and warm in all the perfect places The screaht but layered with thick and greedy arousal And that rich desire slid through her veins,

With heat pooling low in her belly, she realized that in Dmitri’s arms, her sense of fear had left her While the sound would’ve frightened her before, now it didn’t The worry that so that she didn’t belong had evaporated

“Right,” Dlad to see you’re more comfortable now than when I found you at Cora’s scene and looking for the exit” He turned all of his focus on her, and the intensity in hi her belly drop to her knees

The weight of this ood looks was due to his eyes The controlled power that lay present in their depths was heady Presley experienced the hs, hs together to ease the ache

One sleek eyebrow arched “You’re more than ready to play, aren’t you?”

Why deny it? “It appears so, sir”

His mouth twitched “I’d like you to meet the other members Introduce yourself, ask questions, watch, and discover icked things you’d enjoy If you feel nervous or scared again, stay put and don’t ht and will co her around, he swatted her on the botto her to lurch forward on a squeak “Presley,” he called after her Glancing over her shoulder, she caught his devilish grin “Be honest with yourself about what you like and don’t like A hard li that would destroy you to do If you have a ht now but maybe in the future,’ that is a soft liht of ‘I like that, but I’m nervous about it,’ that is not a liht curve to his mouth that was entirely kissable “Be warned, if you lie to me, I’ll know”

Sweet Jesus!

Chapter Seven

In Dmitri’s office atop the casino, he sat in his leather chair at the desk and stared out the full wall of s behind hias Strip Traffic rushed by in a blur, and people littered the sidewalks Not as if it really mattered what time of day it was; the city never slept He loved that about Sin City It reat business However, what he loved more were the sinful parts

He’d been born and raised in Vegas, and the lively city had always suited him After he received his MBA from Stanford, he considered a as with an offer of employment under the casino’s vice president

Now D the fine day, he was stuck in his office On a weekend, he typically worked fro came up, but yesterday’s situation that had kept him late hadn’t been finalized

His Saturday had been long already, with nonstop telephone s and e-mails, and it was only two in the afternoon Add in the fact that Presley had stayed on his hts, and hisher surprise, the lovely flush of her cheeks, and her body enticingly receptive to him had haunted him all day