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  “Oh! God, Drew, yes!” she gasped, unable to help herself. “Yes! Please, yes!”

  The orgasm rolled over her, much deeper and more intense than the one she’d had the night before when he’d simply been rubbing against her. It was amazing…a release like nothing she’d ever had before and Genevieve felt it everywhere, like a sun going supernova inside her. From the ends of her hair to the tips of her fingers and toes—every part of her body seemed to be tingling with pleasure.

  And then, before she knew what was happening, Drew was climbing on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his big body.

  “Drew?” She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly wide with fright as she felt the hard length of his naked cock brand her belly. “You said…you promised…”

  “Relax, baby.” He looked down at her, his eyes blazing. “We’re going to fake it—remember?”

  It didn’t feel very fake to Genevieve, especially when she felt the long, thick shaft spreading the swollen lips of her pussy. But though he rubbed against her in the most intimate way possible, Drew never tried to actually enter her with his cock. Instead, he stayed between her thighs, rubbing against her sensitive clit with his shaft with thrust after thrust until she felt another orgasm building inside her.

  Giving in to the pleasure, Genevieve moaned and wrapped her legs around his trim hips. God, what was wrong with her? She shouldn’t be doing this! It was too much—too close to the line she’d drawn for herself! But there was no stopping the man on top of her—his big, muscular body pinned her to the mattress—held her down—dominated her in a way no man had ever dominated her before. Genevieve felt utterly opened…utterly owned when he held her down and thrust against her.

  “Drew!” she gasped, looking up at him.

  “Kiss me,” he rasped, leaning down to capture her mouth. “Want to kiss you while I make you come, Gen.”

  With a little moan, she gave him her mouth, opening for his hungry tongue when he demanded entrance. It tasted of chocolate and of her—her own secret flavor—which turned her on even more. God, this was like some kind of sexual fever dream—she couldn’t believe she was doing it! But when she felt him rubbing over her tender clit with each thrust, she couldn’t help but rub back…and part of her wished he was doing a lot more than just rubbing.

  “Drew!” she moaned helplessly, breaking the kiss as she felt a second orgasm rolling over her. “Oh my God, I’m coming! You’re making me come so hard!”

  “That’s right, baby—come for me,” he growled softly. “Come all over my cock.”

  The dirty talk delivered in that low, growling voice she’d never heard before things had started to get sexual between them, pushed Genevieve over the edge again. She bucked up against him and then, with a low groan, she felt his thick shaft throb against her inner pussy and something hot and wet was spurting against her belly.

  They were coming together and no matter what Drew had said about leaving their work relationship out of it, Genevieve knew things would never be quite the same between them again.

  We have to stop this, she vowed to herself. We have to go back to just pretending. This is going too far—crossing the line and we’re both going to regret it when we get back to work after Christmas.

  Then she pushed the thought away. Tomorrow, she would stop what was going on between them tomorrow. For now, she just wanted to enjoy the pleasure Drew was giving her and forget about everything else.

  Chapter Seven

  “Well, it appears that you had a slightly better time last night.” Dr. Phillips looked approvingly at the images on the screen.

  “Yes, uh, I guess so.” Genevieve’s voice was low and embarrassed as they watched the replay of last night’s intimacy exercises.

  Drew gave her a worried look and saw that she was blushing in the dim room. Personally, he thought watching himself and Gen doing deliciously carnal things to each other’s naked bodies was hot—or it would have been hot if they had been the only ones watching it. But Dr. Phillips was watching too and Drew could tell that was making Gen embarrassed and uncomfortable.

  Seeing her get upset made Drew angry and resentful of the pompous stuffed shirt sitting across the room from them. Damn the idiotic Phillips with his voyeuristic tendencies!

  “Look,” he said, frowning. “You’ve seen enough to know we followed your orders so why can’t we just end this now?”

  “Not just yet, I think,” Phillips murmured. “Though we will speed things up a bit.”

  Fast forwarding through the bath, he came to the part where Gen was naked on the bed and Drew was painting her breasts with the chocolate body paints.

  “God!” Gen’s cheeks were blazing now and Drew felt a protective and possessive growl rise in his throat. Without thinking about it, he reached for her and pulled her close to his side. She stiffened at first and then pressed her face to his chest, as though she couldn’t bear to watch. Her obvious distress pissed Drew off even more.

  “Stop the damn video now,” he growled at Phillips. “It’s making Gen really uncomfortable to have you watch us and personally, I don’t like another man looking at my wife.”

  “Hmm, this little viewing exercise appears to be bringing out a whole different side of you, Drew,” Phillips rumbled, not bothering to turn off the tape. “You’re much more protective and possessive than you were during our previous viewing.”

  “We’re much more naked on this recording than we were in the other one,” Genevieve pointed out, her voice muffled but understandable.

  “Is that a problem for you, Genevieve? Feeling naked and vulnerable? Was this a difficult exercise for you to participate in?” Phillips asked, pointing at the screen where Drew was sucking and licking her nipples now.

  “It…wasn’t easy,” she admitted, sitting up at last, her cheeks flaming. “But this isn’t easy either.”

  “Being made to watch? Or knowing that someone else is watching?” Phillips probed.

  “Both. Either. Pick one.” She sighed and put her hands to her cheeks. “Please, can’t we just turn it off?”

  “In a moment. Tell me, why this was difficult for you? I have a feeling it had to do with your vulnerability here,” Phillips mused, pointing at the screen. “I see that you’re keeping your hands above your head—why make yourself even more vulnerable than you already were?”

  “Because I told her to,” Drew growled, frowning.

  “Oh? And you were willing to do as he said?” Phillips frowned at Genevieve. “Willing to follow his orders?”

  “Drew was…is very dominant in the, uh, bedroom.” Gen’s cheeks got even pinker and she cast a glance at Drew who returned it with interest. He’d thought she responded well to his dominant side—which was something she certainly didn’t see at work.

  “Is he now?” Phillips looked intrigued. “And do you like it when your husband is dominant, Genevieve?”

  “I…” She shot Drew another look. “I do,” she almost whispered. “It’s…I’ve, uh, never been with a man who…who acted like that. But I…um, I like it.”

  “Most interesting.” Phillips made a note. “Of course at work, Genevieve, you always have to be in control—telling others what to do. But in the bedroom, you like to let Drew take control and give the orders—is that right?”

  “Yes. I…I guess that’s right. Oh!”

  Drew, who had been studying her face as she talked, looked up to see what had made Genevieve gasp. On the screen was the part where he had gotten between her legs to paint her pussy with the chocolate body paints. He was about to demand that Phillips turn off the video again—maybe even stand up and grab the control to do it himself—when he caught another glimpse of Gen’s face.

  Her cheeks, which had already been pink with embarrassment, were positively glowing. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was coming in short, ragged pants.

  Was she incredibly embarrassed…or incredibly turned on?

  Phillips, who was watching her intently, rather than the scene