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  Confidence, Corinne thinks. She owns this. She will ask him, and he might say yes or he might say no, but at least she can ask him. This is Reese, her good boy—no matter what he answers her, she doesn’t need to worry about him thinking she’s some kind of freak or sexual deviant.

  Does she?

  For the most part, Corinne has never worried about her preferences. She knows what she likes and what she wants, and if previous lovers helped her hone those interests, Reese has been the one to expand them. To help her explore. Hesitating now, she understands more than ever why Reese has often seemed more reluctant. When you open yourself up to someone about your deepest desires, it becomes so much easier to be afraid they will reject you.

  She opens the box and takes a deep breath, holding it out as she waits for his reaction.

  “Oh,” is all he says.

  She closes the box, preparing to back away and return it to the shelf. No, to put it straight into the trash. Already the heat of embarrassment is creeping up her throat into her cheeks; there have been few times with him when she hasn’t felt in control, but all the times when he must’ve felt this way are circling around now to bite her.

  “No, don’t do that.” Reese reaches for her. “Come here.”

  She does, pressing one knee to the bed to hold the box out to him. He opens it and sets aside the lid. He lets his fingers trail over the smooth rubber dildo and matching harness, then the bottle of lube nestled beside the toys.

  “You want to fuck me. With this.”

  She nods. “Very much.”

  He closes his eyes for a second or so, head bowing slightly. When he speaks, it is in a voice so quiet she can’t hear him. His uncomfortable cough seems enough of an answer, though. When she starts to withdraw, he catches her wrist.

  Again, as before, not to stop her but to urge her on.

  “Yes,” he says. “Please.”

  That simple answer, the “please,” the way his eyes meet hers without cutting away—she is completely lost to him in that moment. And forever will be, Corinne thinks as she leans to take his mouth with hers. He has agreed to give himself to her, and she is going to take him.

  “I don’t know…I’m not sure…” Reese adds when the kiss breaks and their foreheads press together. “You’ve done this before?”

  “No, honey. Never.”

  He grins and looks relieved. “No?”

  “No. You’re the first. I’ll be careful.” She slides her hand between them to grip his cock, still hard as iron. She passes her thumb over the head to feel the wetness and revels in how he shudders at the caress. “We’ll go as slow as you want.”

  His rough kiss takes her by surprise, and more so when he pushes her back onto the bed to roll on top of her. His belly presses her clit, urging a gasp from her. He kisses her so hard she’ll be bruised, later. The tip of his prick slips inside her, not from any effort but because his body fits so naturally with hers that in this position, that is where his cock wants to be. It goes no further than that. Reese keeps himself from sinking all the way into her by pushing on the bed with his hands.

  Corinne waits to see if he’s going to move. She can tilt her hips. He’ll be balls-deep inside her in a second. Then there will be no stopping it—they will move together until they both come. She can let him have this, if he’s going to take it. She can let them both slide away from what she’s asked from him and what he moments ago declared he would give.

  Reese doesn’t fuck into her. He kisses her again. He shifts to let the tip of his cock slide over her clit in a few steady, even strokes that have her craving to be filled. His tongue strokes hers. Then he moves from her mouth to her throat, pausing to sample each of her nipples until she cries out and tangles her hand in the back of his hair.

  He moves back to her throat, nipping and sucking. Then her ear. His breath, hot, caresses her, and his tongue flicks at the tender earlobe until she writhes beneath him. She tilts her body, but he shifts so he slides along her cunt without pushing inside.

  “I want you to fuck me,” he whispers in her ear. “I want it so much, I thought about it, I never thought you would…I didn’t know. I want it so much it hurts.”

  He quiets, breathing hard against her neck, still supporting himself on his arms. Corinne turns her face to kiss his cheek. She embraces him, urging him to cover her with his full weight.

  “Get on your back,” she says after a second or so, feeling his heart pounding so hard against her she is surprised it doesn’t leap right out of his chest.

  They roll. She gets off him to slip into the harness, which requires only a few adjustments of the buckles at each hip to fit her just right. She strips away the protective film at the bottle’s opening and uncaps it, then coats the shaft with a thick layer of lube.

  Kneeling between his legs, she puts her hands beneath his knees to support them. She settles the tip of her cock against him, not pushing. Not rushing. After a second or so, she uses a hand at the base of it to guide it, pressing slowly. It’s different than when she uses her fingers. Harder to judge his comfort level, because she has no sensation in the rubber phallus.

  “More,” he says. “I’m okay.”

  Inch by inch, she enters him, until she’s seated to the base. The dildo has been designed to press her clit, though the sensation surprises her. His eyes lock on hers. Their fingers link, gripping the outsides of his thighs.

  Corinne moves, withdrawing as slowly as she’d pushed forward. Then in again. Out. His body accepts her, and better than that, his cock has gone as dark a purple-red as she’s ever seen it. Every sound he makes urges her on, a little faster. A little harder. The pressure on her clit builds and she tries to hold off, tries not to go mindless with it, because she doesn’t want to hurt him, but oh, fuck, oh yes, it feels so good, she’s so close, she’s going to come from this and can’t believe it.

  She’s not even stroking his cock, but Reese is making those noises she knows mean he’s going to come soon. Corinne slows the pace, teasing herself and him. Fascinated by the sight of his face. She’s never seen him look quite like this. His eyes are open but glazed. If he sees her, she thinks it must be through the same fuzzy glow that surrounds him.

  “I’m gonna come!” His cry echoes, tipping her over the edge.

  Orgasm tears through her. Her pace stutters from the pleasure. She can’t concentrate on anything but riding this, wave after wave of ecstasy. She fucks into him with short, jagged motions and he shouts hoarsely, coming in thick, white spurts.

  “I love fucking you, Reese,” she says. “I love you, oh, fuck…I love you.”

  The words are out of her before she can stop them, but if he hears them he doesn’t say anything. They’re both caught in the tsunami of orgasm, tumbling and rolling with it, incapable of doing anything but letting the waves take them. With the aftershocks still coursing through her, she slows the thrusting. Her nails have dug marks into his thighs. His cock is spent but not yet soft.

  Carefully, Corinne eases free of his body, noticing how he winces. She goes to the bathroom and stands for a moment, weak-kneed and semidelirious with what has just happened. The rubber cock juts from between her thighs, and she no longer feels ridiculous. She feels powerful and grateful and, in the aftermath of her outburst, a little bit anxious.

  She shouldn’t. Still naked but without the accessories, she slides into bed so he can spoon her, and the press of his kiss to the back of her neck beneath her hair is familiar and cherished.

  “I love you too,” Reese tells her.

  Chapter Ten

  “It seems like a lot of cash to throw at a failing business, and I’m far from one to look a cash cow in the mouth, so to speak, but it seems too good to be true.” Lynn said this in his careful, measured voice. “Can I ask, Mr. Ebersole, what prompted you to change the terms of the offer?”

  Corinne sat in stunned silence. She’d arrived early to this morning’s meeting to find Tony and Reese already in the conference room. New paperwor