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  She rubbed her body against him and struggled with her hands, wanting to reach out to touch the hardness in his pants and release his stiff cock but failing, the failing turning her on even more. The wanting to feel him grew more desperate each minute that passed, building the tension within her.

  He kissed her lips gently at first, small soft chaste pecks, but then he could not control himself. He ravaged her mouth. Pushing his tongue inside, sucking and pulling, Kim kissed him back with the same violence. She wanted him in every way that she could. He held her head and pulled her back, stopping her. He would be in control, not her. The strength of him taking over, of controlling her, pushed the sexual tension to a new level. Kim was sure she would die in the heat of the fire. It was intense like nothing she had done before. She never knew a man like Robert.

  She could feel him erect against her, and she pushed harder against his body. She wanted to feel his excitement against her. He kissed her neck on the side, moving agonizingly slowly toward the front. She wanted to be free to grab him, to take his hard cock in her hand, but could not and that made her wild. She bit at him in frustration and yearning. She could do nothing except let him dominate her. She was at his mercy completely.

  He tore open her blouse and pushed her bra up. He took her nipple into his mouth, warm and wet, and she couldn’t suppress the moan that came from her, an ancient animal sound. He covered her mouth with his and kissed her, ravishing her mouth again, biting at her lips while he cleared the top of the counter behind her and pushed her to lie back on it. He massaged her breasts, sucking the nipples into his mouth where he teased them with his tongue. Her breath was coming faster. He grabbed at her breasts roughly like a man possessed and sucked and licked her nipples. He groaned with pleasure, devouring her. He was lying over her.

  She ground her hips into him, aching to feel him closer, aching to have him inside of her. But he pulled away and said, “No—I say when.”

  She fell back against the table, allowing him to do everything that he wished; she had no say in it. She submitted completely to his will, and it felt perfect.

  They had spoken very little. Words were not needed. Kim had never felt like this before; everything was amplified with her hands tied. She was his—he would do with her as he liked. His power over her was complete. That made everything unpredictable and uncontrollable. What would he do to her next? She wanted everything; she wanted him to take her completely.

  He pulled off the rest of her clothes. He kissed her stomach, biting and licking as he went lower and lower. He took her clit into his mouth and she exploded, the orgasm rolling through her body, over and over like she’d never felt before. But her body was not finished. She could not stop him, and he continued while his fingers reached deep inside of her wetness. It was too much, and she was sure she could not take all of it; he was so adept with his fingers, his tongue. He sucked her inside of his mouth and then flicked at her like lightning strikes. She was writhing against him, and he held her still and continued relentlessly. He swallowed her sweetness and groaned with appreciation.

  He lifted her off the table, and finally she could see his cock. He had taken his pants off to reveal its beauty— large and stiff, waiting for her. He placed her head before it, and she sucked it into her mouth. She swallowed its wholeness over and over, and he groaned with pleasure, pushing her head into him as he pumped into her mouth. She was helpless, his cock deep in her throat. Over and over he thrusted, and she welcomed it—its fullness, his urgency. It excited her beyond belief, and she could feel he was as excited as she was with the way his body was quivering against her from all that was rushing over him. A low, intense growl came from him, and he exploded in her mouth. She swallowed his gift, and he slumped against her.

  In moments, he was hard again. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it along the insides of her thighs, teasing her up and down, never quite touching her clit, only just missing it. He knew what she wanted, but he would decide. His hardness up and down, moving closer to her wetness and tantalizingly pulling away again, was a fantastic agony.

  “Please…” she begged. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed her head to his, kissing her deeply.

  “I will say when,” he said.

  He rubbed his cock back and forth on her clit, and her breath tore through her. She could feel her body’s nerves building again, the wave coming to the fore, ready to explode. And then he stopped.

  He leaned her over the table. He would have her every way that he wanted; she had no control over what happened, and this amped the excitement to a level she didn’t know existed. They were wild in their desires. She heard the foil of a condom wrapper rip open, and him rolling it on.

  He was behind her, and the head of his cock was at her entrance. She could feel it hard, and then he stopped again. How could he stop now? She ached for him to enter her. She begged for him to continue, but he moved back slightly away from her.

  She watched him looking at her, his eyes roaming over every curve of her body greedily, lustily, as his hand slowly moved up and down on his erection. He was enjoying what he saw. He wanted it to last.

  And he too wanted her to want him, to need him, to ache for him to be inside of her. She had never wanted a man as badly as she was aching for him. She had to have him. She leaned back into him and he returned, slowly entering her wetness. Achingly slow. He pushed into her, each inch like a gift. She felt an incredible release when she was finally full with him, and it was wonderful, like nothing she’d ever experienced before. He moved slowly inside of her, his breath coming fast and ragged, but he restrained himself, and she felt as if the anticipation of what would come would swallow her completely.

  He pushed into her deeply, his entire throbbing cock a part of her, and she moaned with the pleasure of it. Then again, and again and again. He rammed her hard, and she screamed into the table. She thought she could not take another moment, and yet he continued. They were building to the finale, and it would be spectacular. Kim could feel it ramping inside of her like a wild unfettered thing. When it came, it would be uncontrollable, unstoppable.

  She could feel his breath coming faster and hotter on her neck. He bit her shoulders and grabbed at her breasts. Before he came, he suddenly pulled out of her, his cock wet and glistening, throbbing with energy. He stood, his breath returning, watching her.

  “Please, no…” she moaned. He couldn’t stop now; she felt she might die from wanting him. “Please…I have to have you.”

  “Wait,” he whispered, hot in her ear. This excited her too. He turned her around and kissed her gently as he entered her from the front. Again the fullness surprised her, the quick, deep stab of pleasure.

  “I want to see your beautiful face,” he said.

  His hand rubbed her clit as he pushed into her again. His tongue was everywhere. She felt every movement, every thrust, and every flick of his finger on her pussy. She let him take her completely. His expert hands knew what she needed, while his cock hit every place, filling her, pumping into her over and over.

  His hot, wet words whispered in her ear—God you’re amazing—echoed through her as they came together, over and over in waves of ultimate desire.

  Chapter 6

  Robert sat on the window seat in his penthouse living room and looked out over the stormy lake. The slate-gray sky nearly merged with the gray expanse of the lake except for the border of white-capped waves separating them. Robert loved the moods of the lake and never tired of sitting and watching it. His window seat was one of his favorite places.

  But he was not really thinking of the lake. He could not stop thinking about what he had done the night before. He’d never done anything like that before. How did a person hide in a closet, tie a woman up—a woman he didn’t not know—and then have sex with her? But that was what he had done, and it was the most exciting thing he’d ever experienced in his life. It was complete madness. He thought how if things had gone differently, he could be going to jail.

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bsp; He knew he should feel ashamed, but he didn’t. There was something about her, about Kim, that ignited this raw, sexual energy in him. And from how she behaved and from what she said afterward, she felt this wild sexual energy too. God, how lucky was he to have found her? He’d never met a woman like her ever before. Never. No one was even close to her. Her complex mix of innocence and wildness, of honesty and mystery, of powerful sexuality lit a fuse in him that he had not even know was there. It was unfathomable, unthinkable. How would he ever be able to step back from that and from what had happened the night before?

  So many things could have gone wrong last night. He could have been arrested for rape, for kidnapping. He imagined the scandal that would have caused. What had he been thinking? He knew. When she stepped into that closet, the only thing he had been thinking was I have to have this woman. All sense, all rationality, left his mind. He had to have Kim, and he had to have her at that moment. It was a desire that he would not have been able to control even if he had wanted to.

  Afterward, after he untied her, she didn’t ask him why he did it. She wasn’t angry at him or upset. She looked at him for a moment and then said, “Thank you.”

  He didn’t know what to say to that. His mind was a confused mess. He didn’t know what to do, so he got back to his original plan, to the easy steps he had laid out, for there was safety from the scary place they had just come from.

  “Stay in here,” he’d told her. “Stay here until the alarm goes off.”

  And then he left the closet. He snuck into the gallery and took his painting. Instead of going up to the penthouse as he had planned originally, he went out the front door when the reception guard took a toilet break, setting the alarm off. The alarm blared as he headed casually down the sidewalk, heading off toward the marina to his yacht. He’d needed that long walk after everything. He left the painting in his bedroom on the boat—he’d install it at his Paris house next time he was there—and then he walked slowly back to the penthouse just as the sun was rising.

  As Robert watched the storm brewing out of his high window, he reflected about how before last night he thought the excitement of the evening would be the stealing of the painting. The chase of it, the success of it. But all of that paled in comparison to what took place in that closet. He’d never had a woman like that before, taken her when she was so powerless. He’d felt possessed. His body was completely in control; his mind and his thoughts took a back seat to his needs. He was the slave to his desires, and his body got everything that it wanted. He would not ever be able to go back to other women after Kim, he knew that. What had happened in that closet had ruined him forever, in the best possible way.

  Chapter 7

  Kim watched Robert leave the janitor’s closet and then got dressed as if in a daze. Her body was buzzing with pleasure, her mind swamped with thoughts she would need time to process. She waited to hear the alarm go off, the one he’d said would signal for her to leave.

  She felt weak from what had happened and, frankly, shocked. Who was that woman? How had this crazy, magical night transformed her into this? It all seemed like some sort of dream.

  Kim had had only one lover in her life, Bruce. Adventurous sex for Bruce was having sex in the daylight. What happened to Kim tonight was something altogether different. She sat in the closet thinking about how sex with Bruce didn’t even belong in the same category. Her body was singing. Looking at it objectively, someone might view it as perverted. A man, a stranger really, hiding in a closet, grabbing her, tying her up and having sex with her— that was not normal. Before that moment, Kim would have thought the same. But what happened with Robert was amazing. And it felt absolutely right, every part of it. She’d never tell anyone about it, how could she? But she’d never forget it either.

  Suddenly the alarm went off, and Kim opened the closet door. She walked down the hallway and found a thoroughly upset Frank coming out of gallery one.

  “Oh Kim! It looks like someone stole one of the paintings! I don’t know how it could have happened! I was here the whole time—I was watching the monitors. God, this is terrible. The police will be here, and the alarms will need to be reset by the security company, so I don’t think you’ll be able to finish tonight. You might as well head home,” Frank said. “I’m sure this is all very scary for you, especially on your first night at the job.”

  “Stole a painting? Really?” Kim said, feigning surprise.

  “Yes! I know! I don’t know how. I was here the entire night, except for toilet breaks. It’s scary to think, but the guy must have been watching me.”

  Kim chuckled to herself about that. “Yes, he must have been.”

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  At home Kim couldn’t sleep. All she kept thinking about was Robert and what they had done. Who was this man? Sonya had told her he was a billionaire, and that he inherited his money and their businesses from his wealthy parents. But who was he? What sort of person? What sort of man? What kind of a billionaire steals paintings for fun? It all made no sense. All she knew for sure was that he was handsome, he set off some serious sexual energy inside of her, and that she could never see him again.

  He had made her act so recklessly in a way that scared her. She was not that person. She was a divorced mother of a small boy who needed her to be responsible and sensible. She thought about why it had been so easy for her to submit to Robert’s game in the janitor’s closet. She wondered if she was so weak and susceptible to a wealthy, handsome man’s charms. But then she thought too that maybe it had been her envy for Sonya’s carefree life. When she watched Sonya at the party, out with her friends, meeting young men, flirting, maybe going home with one of them, not having to worry about anything, yes, Kim had been envious. She had been envious, and she could not deny it. Sonya didn’t have to worry about scrimping and saving for new shoes or a dentist appointment for her son. She could spend her money on herself, buy herself fashionable dresses and shoes. She could stay out all night, or never go home at all. Kim could not imagine such freedom. But looking at Sonya last night, she wanted it.

  And for that short time in the closet with Robert, she was not someone’s mother, she did not have endless bills to pay, and she didn’t have to worry about anything. She was Kim, the Kim she was before all of this—all of life—hit her and knocked her off her feet. She couldn’t stop thinking how heady and wonderful the feelings were that she had in that closet. She told herself she should keep those memories safe because it was a onetime thing. She could never let it happen again—she could not let herself loose in that way again. Though she could not say why exactly, she felt that it was dangerous and could lead to a place that she would not be able to come back from… that she might not want to come back from.

  She couldn’t stop the guilt about her thoughts affecting her. She felt guilty being so selfish, if only in her thoughts. She felt as if she was resenting Derek, but she wasn’t. She knew in her heart she didn’t resent him; she loved him. And she loved her mother. And she really didn’t mind that they depended on her so much. Kim wished she could have all of it. That she could be the responsible person she tried hard to be, but also that reckless, carefree woman who Robert had in the janitor’s closet with him. But the world didn’t work like that. She’d lived enough to know that by now. She’d made the choices that she had, and now she needed to accept that.

  She lay in bed picking through every detail of the night, from seeing Robert across the gallery to what happened in the closet. Tiredness overcame her and she eventually managed to fall asleep.

  When she woke up in the morning, her cell phone was ringing.

  “Hello?”

  “Hello, is that Kim Davidson?”

  “Yes. Is something wrong?”

  “No. I’m calling from HR at Rive Gauche. The owner of the gallery would like to meet with you this morning if you have time.”

  “The owner?” Kim looked at the time. It was already 8:30 and she had to be at Joe’s at 11:00. “Okay, give me an hour.”
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  Kim showered and dressed. She was nervous. Was she going to be implicated in some way for Robert stealing that painting? Maybe there had been cameras in that janitor’s closet. Oh my God, Kim thought— what if they knew what she did with Robert? Was she going to get fired? She only just got this job; she couldn’t be fired already.

  Her mother could see something was wrong when she came into the kitchen. “What happened?” she asked.

  “Nothing. Where’s Derek?”

  “I took him to school already. The teacher wanted him there early. Some man from the zoo was coming at eight, bringing a monkey apparently. Derek was so excited he woke me up at six so we wouldn’t be late.”

  “He loves animals,” Kim said.

  “This morning he decided he wants to be an animal doctor at the zoo,” her mother said, laughing. “Last week he was a builder. I suppose next week he’ll be a ballet dancer. He’s such a funny little guy.”

  Kim felt sad about missing Derek. All her jobs to improve her and Derek’s life were making her miss all of the important things happening in his. He would only be a kid once, and she was missing all of it. It all seemed too much. That and what happened the night before, her mixed feelings about wanting to be carefree, and now she might be losing the new job. She started crying and let her head fall on the table next to the coffee she’d just poured for herself.

  Her mother sat down next to her and put her arms around Kim. “What, honey? What’s wrong?”

  Kim sat up and wiped her eyes. She was being a baby. She didn’t need to trouble her mother with all of her problems. Her mother had enough of her own. She still missed Kim’s dad, she had her own money problems paying off the mortgage on the house, and she was not as healthy as she could be. She had diabetes and high blood pressure. No, Kim needed to keep her problems to herself.