Chapter 23

Her fingers curled into his thighs, nails raking lightly over the rough fabric. "Because you're reckless," she challenged, blue eyes flashing up at him.  

"No," his grip in her hair tightened. He made her look at him directly, not at his jeans or the bulge pressed against her lips. "Because I can't trust them not to run to the press with stories about me. About what I like. How I like it."  

"Why does it matter?" her voice came out hoarse, she had a feeling she knew. The NDA she had signed had been because she worked for him, but it would cover everything including this. Not like she had any thoughts of talking to the press.

He leaned down until his mouth brushed hers, "I want you to see all of me. And not flinch when you realize how much control I need. I have very little control over parts of my life but in the bedroom or anywhere I decide to take you. I'm in control. Do you understand, Keira? Because if you can't accept that we stop now." 

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