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  She pushed his hand away. “Do I enjoy what? No, of course not, what do you take me for, anyway?”

  “I don’t take you for anything,” he mused. “And I’m surprised about the restraints. I rather thought from our earlier encounter you might love it.”

  “Well, that is something you will never find out, isn’t it?”

  He noted the stiffness in her body, the way she was desperately fighting her own needs and desires.

  “It’s not a bad thing.” He caressed her cheek. “To want to be tied by your lover. A woman never looks more beautiful as when she is helpless, completely vulnerable to her lover.”

  Libby scowled, pushing a small button on the panel in front of her. The car filled with sound, a song, being sung by a young man with a loud, crackling voice. “Wish I could hear you.” She turned a knob to make it even louder. “Guess the radio needs to be fixed.”

  He took her hand and put it on his lap, right over his throbbing erection. She gasped in surprise, but did not move it away. “Can you hear this?” he asked.

  “I’m trying to drive,” she protested.

  Markos undid the tiny, nifty metal device on his pants known as a zipper. All things considered, he found it to be one of the cleverest Earth inventions he had seen. If a man had to hide his cock, he might as well make a game of exposing it.

  Pulling his thick shaft through the opening, he wrapped Libby’s hand around it. “You prefer that hard, lifeless wheel to this?”

  “Yes…no…I mean I don’t prefer anything,” she contradicted herself thrice in one breath.

  “You know what’s going to happen tonight, Libby,” he said throatily, capitalizing on her indecision. “Why not admit it to yourself?”

  “Nothing is happening,” she exclaimed. “You promised.”

  “I said nothing would occur that you did not desire. Tell me you do not wish to feel me inside you, my rock-hardness pressed against the walls of your sex, my mouth clinging to your swollen breast as we come together, an endless breathtaking, heart-stopping flow?”

  “I don’t…”

  “Don’t what?” He put her hand to his lips, sucking her fingertips, one by one.

  “Don’t want…anything.” She gave a little moan, her sweet little toes curling. How he loved the look of them, playful bare feet, peeking out from the bottoms of her pants.

  “Are you sure?” Markos licked her palm, making her shudder. Before he could reach her perfumed wrist she yanked her hand away and planted it on the wheel.

  Her knuckles were white her grip was so fierce. “Very sure.”

  He smirked, just a little at her defiance. She had left herself vulnerable, whether she realized it or not. “You remember what I said about a helpless woman being beautiful, Libby?”

  Libby ignored him.

  Markos pushed the button on the panel. The music stopped.

  “It won’t work,” she said.

  “What won’t work?”

  “You won’t get me aggravated.”

  “I don’t want you aggravated. I want you submitting.” He reached out and slipped his hand over her breast. She tried to shrug him off but he was too fast. As luck would have it, she had to turn the wheel just then which gave him free rein to unbutton her shirt.

  “Markos, get the fuck off me! You know I can’t fight you when I’m driving.”

  “That is the idea.” He managed to get under her bra.

  She leaned her head back, letting out a deep groan. “Oh god, you are incorrigible. You want to get us both killed?”

  “I want your body, Libby, I want it all and I can’t wait any longer.” He molded the ripe globe in his hand, feeling the rubbery nipple tighten between his fingers. “Tell me you don’t desire mine? Tell me and I’ll stop…for good.”

  “You’re impossible,” she cried. “You know that? All right, if we do it one time, one time only, will you be satisfied?”

  “If you are satisfied.”

  “No, that’s not an answer, Markos. Say it, ‘I agree to fuck Libby one time and then to leave her alone.’”

  “What is ‘fuck’?”

  “Sex, you fool, it’s a word for sex.”

  He worked a little more on her breast. “And what do you agree to?”

  “I agree not to…not to…oh, never mind, I can’t even think. Just take your hand off me, please? And I’ll take us somewhere.”

  “For lovemaking?”

  “Yes.”

  “You will surrender all inhibitions?”

  “For one night.”

  “I will take it.” Markos sat back in his seat. “So where do we go? Back to your office?”

  “Hardly. And don’t expect me to take you to my place either, no offense. I have rules about that. Not that I’ve been following any so far.”

  “I am not complaining.”

  “We need a hotel. I don’t suppose you have a room or anything?”

  “I live in a cave. On the Mountain of Dreams.”

  “I should have known. We’ll go to the Carlander. It’s nice.”

  “Will it require dough? I have diamonds.”

  “I’ll pay. In fact,” she urged, “it would be really great if you said nothing at all when we check in, if that’s all right with you?”

  “I will find other ways to amuse myself,” he assured.

  What he didn’t tell her was what those ways would be.

  Chapter Four

  Libby should have expected the elevator would mean trouble. Especially the way Markos kept managing to put his arm around her at the front desk, nibbling her neck and whispering into her ear all the things he intended to do to her.

  The worst part was that she could not respond. She had to just stand there, smiling politely at the clerk as she ran the credit card. Meanwhile, beside her was the sexiest man on earth telling her that his cock would be hard for her all night long and that he wouldn’t rest until he had had her in every conceivable position. He even brought up the bondage again, telling her how he was going to tie her down to the bed and make her scream for sexual release.

  She had thought he would at least wait until they got to the room, though.

  “Open your pants,” he said as soon as the elevator doors closed.

  “What for?” she asked reasonably enough.

  “I am going to penetrate you,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “Not in here, you aren’t.”

  “Why not?” He worked his zipper, picking a very poor time to become an expert.

  She glared mesmerized at his cock, the tiny bead of pre-come on the tip of it, the luscious veins and the way it pointed at her so enticingly. “Because,” she said hoarsely. “Someone could come in here.”

  “While it is flying?”

  “No, Mr. Literal, while it is stopped. This thing is going up fifty-three floors. The door could open on any one of them.”

  “Perhaps they would like to join us.” Markos pulled her close, nibbling at her lips.

  “That isn’t funny.”

  “I wasn’t joking.”

  “I mean it.” She squirmed as he stole maddening little kisses, featherlight, designed only to make her crave more. “You pull anything in here and the whole date is off.”

  “I wasn’t aware this was a date.” He began opening her pants. “We haven’t eaten dinner.”

  “You know what I mean,” she sputtered, though of course he didn’t know. Or maybe he was just pretending not to. That would be some technique, wouldn’t it, for seduction?

  She managed to turn herself around but he was still holding her. She saw very quickly it was not a position that was going to work to her advantage. From this angle, Markos could take her pants and panties down and enter her from behind.

  He inserted a finger into her sopping pussy. “Are you sure you don’t want me to penetrate you?”

  “No,” she cried. “I mean yes, I’m positive I don’t.”

  He played with her a little, just a few seconds of light teasing along the ri
dge of her gaping sex lips being enough to break down every single defense, not to mention her every propriety.

  How did he keep doing this, pushing her harder than any man she had ever known and in less than a day? What would she be like after a full night of his lovemaking?

  “You have the most magical sexuality of any creature I have ever been with, you know that?” he rasped.

  Talk about a bizarre compliment. “Stop talking,” she said. “Just…do it.”

  Wait, the condom. Fortunately they had stopped in the little store in the lobby to purchase some. But there would never be time to get one on before the elevator reached their floor.

  “Oh, screw it,” she muttered, hitting the emergency stop button.

  The bell started ringing, a teeth-jarring clang.

  “Ignore it,” said Libby, tearing into the package. “Here.” She produced one of the latex rubbers. “Put this on.”

  Markos looked at it, dumbfounded.

  She rolled her eyes. “I’ll do it.” She grasped his cock, relishing the feel of it. Her breath caught in her throat. She would have to concentrate to get this done right. Fitting the tip of it over his uncircumcised head, she began to unroll the rubber, all the way down his shaft.

  “There.” She admired her work. “All done.”

  Markos shook his head. “You humans are the strangest race.”

  “Philosophize later,” she chided. “Screw now.”

  Just then the alarm cut off, of its own accord. The tiny compartment was starting to move. Crap. Somebody had overridden it.

  “Markos, wait.”

  Too late. He had her turned again, facing the wall, the head of his cock poised at the opening to her sex lips. The elevator continued to climb, giving her at once a sense of cocoon-like protection and dangerous exposure. They would never have enough time. He didn’t understand how fast these things moved.

  Markos released a deep breath as he moved masterfully into her, piercing, penetrating, just as he had promised. Libby cried out, her tiny high-pitched squeal matching the tone of the machine as it signaled the rising floors.

  They were going to be there any moment. This was insane.

  Markos pushed himself in to the hilt. Suddenly she didn’t care about anyone or anything in the outside world.

  “Yes,” she hissed, straining backward against him so he could get even deeper. “Oh, fuck, yes.”

  Markos pulled back and took her again, this time with a powerful stroke that pushed her forward. She braced herself, cheek and palms happily against the cool, metal wall of the elevator, brass shiny enough to see her reflection.

  The contrast of the tiny antiseptic chamber and the primal rhythm of the fucking was a turn-on all its own. She was so wet, so open and yet so full at the same time.

  Oh god, there was the chime of the elevator. “Markos,” she gasped. “This is our floor. The doors are going to be open. People will see.”

  He withdrew in one smooth motion, tucking himself away. She pulled up her pants and tried to compose herself. She could only hope no one was out there in the hallway because it was going to be pretty obvious what they had been up to in here.

  The doors slid back onto silent emptiness. She heaved a sigh of relief. Before she had managed to exhale, Markos had her off her feet, this time over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.

  In spite of herself, she laughed. “Put me down, you brute.”

  “I’m taking no more chances,” he informed her. “On letting you escape or make excuses. We are going directly to this room you have secured for us and you are going to be made love to. Period.”

  Libby’s pussy flooded afresh at his words, not to mention the implications of being so literally swept off her feet. The man was going to have her and there was nothing she could do about it. He wanted her that much…

  What could be a bigger turn-on?

  She did have to help with the door, however. Unable to work the key card, he gave it back to her, turning her to face the lock so she could swipe it. Once inside, he turned alpha male again.

  “Markos!” she cried as he tossed her high into the air and onto the bed. “What are you doing?”

  The question was rhetorical. He was preparing her for lovemaking. For the one fuck he was being allowed.

  “Take off your clothes.” He stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips.

  She scooted backward on her behind. “And if I don’t?” She decided to play with him.

  “Then I will rip them from your body.”

  She melted at the raw animal implications. “You would never do that.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I don’t want you to.”

  He grinned, seeing through her calm exterior. “Liar.”

  Libby licked her lips. Looking into his eyes was like falling under a spell. They were so very blue and so deep. Not Earthly at all. He had told her she was heaven, but he was the one who promised something beyond.

  Somehow just being with him was changing her, challenging her to dig deep within her own fantasies. She thought about her dreams. What was it about the centaur that appealed to her? His power, his commanding presence, the archer, mightiest among the zodiac signs, surely it spoke to her soul.

  The Sagittarian, strong enough to say what he desired, secure enough not to use force to get it. A creature very much like…Markos.

  A yearning came from deep in her belly. What if they turned up the heat, just a little? What if the tug-of-war between them shifted to dominance and submission?

  “Markos?” Her voice was a whisper, a dry crackle. Her heart thundered, she had never been more afraid in her life.

  “What is it?” he said, his voice innately reassuring, letting her know it was right to ask, to trust.

  “I need you to…to take control. I need to feel like…I don’t have a choice.” She couldn’t even look at him, only at her own hands.

  “Libby,” he said gently.

  “Yes?”

  “Libby, look at me.”

  She did so, moist-eyed.

  “You are ashamed of what you need to ask for,” he guessed. “Why?”

  “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “It doesn’t feel…normal.”

  “Normal,” he repeated, sitting on the bed beside her, “is a word that has no meaning.”

  She chuckled. “Coming from a man who doesn’t even know what fuck means, that’s reassuring.”

  “I do know you, though,” he said, stunning her. “And I know I am here to satisfy you.”

  Tonight…he should have added tonight, for by tomorrow he must be gone.

  “Markos, I have so many hang-ups, I’m not free like you, or even like other women. You would be better off without me. Ask my therapist, god, she can tell you about you about my dreams. I have this centaur, hung like a stallion, he comes to me, but I’m too messed up to even have sex. In my own frigging sex dream.”

  She saw the quick flash behind his eyes. It was her turn to be concerned. “What’s wrong, Markos?”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “It didn’t seem like nothing.”

  “You must trust me,” he said firmly, “it isn’t anything to stop us.”

  Libby shook her head. “This is starting to feel wrong.”

  “No,” he declared as he grabbed her shoulders. “It is not. We have to let it all fall into place.”

  Her eyes widened. “What did you just say?”

  “I said we must let it all fall into place. Nature will find the way.”

  Libby’s heart stopped for a moment. “What did you say?”

  “I said we must let it all fall into place. Nature will find the way.”

  The very words from her dream. Impossible.

  “No more delays,” Markos decided. “We must move forward.”

  “Yes,” she sighed, no longer able to fight or even wishing to. “Yes…”

  “Remove your clothing,” he said once again, this time making it an order.

 
Libby removed her jacket and began to unbutton her blouse. She was doing as Markos willed, she was obeying him. He watched her, his eyes drinking in her every move. She was not disappointed by the smile on his face. She did not know why he was so entranced by her, but he wasn’t faking it. Men had told her before that she was pretty, a few had called her beautiful, but it had never meant anything, she had never fully believed.

  Not in them or in herself.

  Her breathing was rapid as she undid her bra, shaking it forward over her shoulders. In an odd show of shyness, she held the cups over her breasts for a moment, as though he had never seen them.

  “Lower your hands, Libby.”

  She did so, allowing the bra to fall forward.

  His smile broadened. “Now the rest.”

  She removed her shoes and pants and lastly her underpants. When she was naked he had her recline on her back. “Spread your arms, over your head.”

  Libby luxuriated in opening herself. She slid her hands into place, palm up. Markos brushed strands of dark hair from in front of her face. He traced a line around her lips. “I never felt emptiness,” he confessed. “Until I met you.”

  “Emptiness? But why?” she wondered.

  “Because I do not know you as I want to. I am not connected with you enough.”

  She tried to reach for him but he restrained her, with a word.

  Libby settled back down, feeling warmth throughout her body, a light tingle combined with the tiniest sparks of anticipation. “If only…” she sighed.

  “If only what, Libby?”

  She didn’t answer.

  “If only I were real, is that what you mean?”

  “You are real,” she demurred. “It’s just that…”

  “You think it’s too good to be true.” He caressed her cheek, inducing another sigh.

  She smiled. “You do know how to read my mind.”

  “Reality is of the moment. Your world, my world, what is anyone promised?”

  Libby sucked her lower lip between her teeth. She arched her back as his hand moved lower, caressing her neck, running lightly over her breasts. “Are you ready to follow more commands?” he asked.

  “Please…yes.”

  He stood. “You will touch yourself,” he said. “You will give yourself pleasure while I remove my clothing.”