Bared to You

You’re just horny,
I scolded myself.

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You’re just horny,
I scolded myself.
One of the girls in group had talked about how
her “master” could use her body any time and in
any way he wanted, for his pleasure alone. There
was nothing about that I’d found sexy…until I put
Gideon in the picture. I loved getting him off. I
loved making him come. Just because.
My fingers brushed over the lid of the tiny box.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I picked it up and
opened it. A moment later I was sliding the cool
band onto the ring finger of my right hand.
“Do you like it, Eva?”
A shiver moved through me at the sound of
Gideon’s voice, deeper and rougher than I’d ever
heard it. He’d been awake, watching me.
How long had he been conscious? Was he as
attuned to me while sleeping as I seemed to be to
him?
“I love it.” 
I love you.
Setting the box aside, I turned my head to find
him sitting up. His eyes glittered in a way that
made me impossibly more aroused, but also sent
a bite of fear through me. It was an unguarded
look, like the one that had literally knocked me on
my ass when we met—scorching and possessive,
filled with dark threats of ecstasy. His gorgeous
face was harsh in the shadows, his jaw taut as he
lifted my right hand to his mouth and kissed the
ring he’d given me.
I moved to kneel on the bed and draped my
arms around his neck. “Take me. Carte blanche.”
He cupped my butt and squeezed. “How does it
feel to say that?”
“Almost as good as the orgasms you’re going
to give me.”
“Ah, a challenge.” The tip of his tongue teased
the seam of my lips, tempting me with the promise
of a kiss he deliberately withheld.

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“Gideon!”
“Lay back, angel, and grip your pillow with both
hands.” His mouth curved in a wicked smile.
“Don’t let go for any reason. Understand?”
Swallowing hard, I did as I was told, so turned
on I thought I might come from just the relentless
spasming of my needy sex.
He kicked the covers down to the footboard.
“Spread your legs and pull up your knees.”
My breath caught audibly as my nipples
hardened further, causing a deep ache in my
breasts. God, Gideon was hot as hell like this. I
was panting with excitement, my mind spinning
with the possibilities. The flesh between my legs
trembled with want.
“Oh, Eva,” he crooned, running his index finger
through my slick cleft. “Look how greedy you are
for me. It’s a full-time job keeping this sweet little
cunt satisfied.”
That single rigid finger pushed into me, parting
the swollen tissues. I tightened around him, so
close to coming I could taste it. He withdrew and
lifted his hand to his mouth, licking my flavor from
his skin. My hips arched without volition, my body
straining toward his.
“Your fault I’m so hot for you,” I gasped. “You
slacked on the job for days.”
“Then I better make up for lost time.” Sliding
down into a prone position, he settled his
shoulders beneath my thighs and rimmed the
quivering entrance to my body with the tip of his
tongue. Around and around. Ignoring my clit and
refraining from fucking me even when I begged.
“Gideon, please.”
“Shh. I have to get you ready first.”
“I’m ready. I was ready before you woke up.”
“Then you should’ve woken me earlier. I’ll
always take care of you, Eva. I live for it.”

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Whimpering in distress, I rocked my hips into
that teasing tongue. Only when I was soaked with
my own arousal, creaming desperately for the feel
of any part of him I could get inside me, did he
crawl over me and settle between my spread
thighs, placing his forearms flat on the bed.
He held my gaze. His cock, feverishly hot and
hard as stone, lay against the lips of my sex. I
wanted it inside me more than I wanted to
breathe. “Now,” I gasped. “Now.”
With a practiced shift of his hips, he rammed
deep into me, shoving me up the bed.
“Ah, God,” I gasped, convulsing ecstatically
around the thick column of flesh that possessed
me. This was what I’d needed since we’d talked in
his home office, what I’d craved as I rode up and
down his steely erection before dinner, what I’d
needed even as I climaxed around his thick
length.
“Don’t come,” he murmured in my ear, cupping
my breasts in his hands and rolling my nipples
between his thumb and forefingers.
“
What
?” I was pretty sure if he’d just take a
deep breath I’d go off.
“And don’t let go of the pillow.”
Gideon began to move in a slow, lazy rhythm.
“You’re going to want to,” he murmured, nuzzling
the sensitive spot beneath my ear. “You love to
grab my hair and rake your nails down my back.
And when you’re close to coming, you like to
squeeze my ass and yank me deeper. Makes me
so damn hard when you go wild like that, when
you show me how much you love how I feel inside
you.”
“No fair,” I moaned, knowing he was
deliberately provoking me. The cadence of his
raspy voice was perfectly timed with the relentless
surging of his hips. “You’re torturing me.”

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“Good things come to those who wait.” His
tongue traced the shell of my ear, and then dipped
inside at the same moment he tugged on my
nipples.
I bucked into his next thrust and nearly came.
Gideon knew my body so well, knew all its secrets
and erogenous zones. He was expertly stroking
his cock inside me, rubbing over and over the
tender bundle of nerves that quivered in delight.
Rolling his hips, he screwed into me, exploiting
other spots. I made a plaintive sound, on fire for
him, desperately infatuated. My fingers cramped
with the grip I had on my pillow, my head thrashing
against the driving need to orgasm. He could get
me there just by rubbing inside me, the only man
who’d ever been skilled enough to give me an
intense vaginal orgasm.
“Don’t come,” he repeated, his voice hoarse.
“Make it last.”
“I c-can’t. It feels too good. God, Gideon…”
Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. “I…I’m
lost in you.”
I cried softly, afraid to say the other L-word too
soon and risk upsetting the delicate balance
between us.
“Oh, Eva.” He rubbed his cheek against my
damp face. “I must’ve wished for you so hard and
so often you had no choice but to come true.”
“Please,” I begged softly. “Slow down.”
Gideon lifted his head to look at me, choosing
that moment to pinch my nipples with just enough
force to inflict a hint of pain. The tender muscles
inside me clenched down so hard that his next
thrust caused him to groan.
“Please,” I pled again, trembling with the effort
to stave off my building climax. “I’m going to come
if you don’t slow down.”
His gaze was hot on my face, his hips still

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lunging in a measured tempo that was slowly
stealing my sanity. “Don’t you want to come,
Eva?” he purred in that voice that could lure me
into hell with a dreamy smile. “Isn’t that what
you’ve been working toward all night?”
My neck arched as his lips drifted across my
throat. “Only when you say I can,” I gasped.
“Only…when you say.”
“Angel.” One hand moved to my face, brushing
back the strands of hair that clung to the
perspiration on my skin. He kissed me deeply,
reverently, licking deep into my mouth.
Yes
…
“Come for me,” he coaxed, quickening his
pace. “Come, Eva.”
On command, the orgasm struck me like a
blow, shocking my system with an overload of
sensation. Wave after wave of pulsing heat rolled
through me, contracting my sex and tightening my
core. I cried out, first with an inarticulate sound of
agonized pleasure, then with his name. Chanting
it over and over as he drove his beautiful cock into
me, prolonging my climax, before pushing me into
another one.
“Touch me,” he rasped, as I fell apart beneath
him. “Hold me.”
Freed from his command to hold the pillow, I
bound him to my sweat-slick body with arms and
legs. He pounded deep and hard, driving
strenuously toward his climax.
He came with a growl, his head thrown back as
he spurted into me for long minutes. I held him
until our bodies cooled and our breathing evened.
When Gideon finally rolled off me, he didn’t go
far. He wrapped himself around my back and
whispered, “Sleep now.”
I don’t remember if I stayed awake long enough

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to reply.

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M
onday mornings could be awesome, when they
began with Gideon Cross. We rode to work with
my back propped against his side and his arm
slung over my shoulder so that his fingers could
link with mine.
As he toyed with the ring he’d given me, I
kicked out my legs and eyed the classic nude
heels he’d bought me along with some outfits to
wear on the occasions I slept over. To start out the
new week, I’d decided on a black pinstriped
sheath dress with a thin blue belt that reminded
me of his eyes. He had excellent taste; I had to
give him that.
Unless he was sending one of his brunette
“acquaintances” out on buying sprees…?
I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.
When I’d checked out the drawers he had set
aside for me in his bathroom, I found all of my
usual cosmetics and toiletries in all my usual
shades. I didn’t bother to ask how he knew, which

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might’ve led to me freaking out. Instead, I chose to
look at it as more proof of his attentiveness. He
thought of everything.
The highlight of my morning had been helping
Gideon dress in one of his seriously sexy suits. I’d
buttoned his shirt; he’d tucked it into his pants. I’d
fastened his fly; he had knotted his tie. He’d
shrugged into his vest; I’d smoothed the finely
tailored material over his equally fine shirt,
amazed to find that it could be just as sexy putting
clothes