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  He nodded. “Fine. Ask me anything you like.”

  “Sax, were you having an affair?” He was about to speak but she waved him away. “Before you deny it, I want you to think carefully. The last month we lived together you and I hardly talked. You didn’t want sex and you rebuffed me every time I tried to initiate it. Obviously, your, um, needs were being satisfied elsewhere. Is that why things were off between us sexually? Is that what you couldn’t tell me? You’d met someone else?”

  His brow furrowed, as though confused by the very suggestion. “No, nothing like that.” He paused, meeting her eyes, clearly choosing his words carefully. “I would never have sex with another woman. I wanted only you. I still want you.” His hand reached for hers, warm and big, enveloping her with its heat. “Since we have been married, you are the only woman I have been sexually intimate with. There hasn’t been another.”

  Sax was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them. If he had been having an affair, he would have told her just then. She let go of the breath she’d been holding. He had told her the truth, but something was off about the way he said it. Sexually intimate. What a strange turn of phrase.

  They stared at each other a moment and she could feel the tension rise between them. She remembered all too well what it was like to touch him, kiss him. Jesus. She was getting turned-on just touching his hand. She dropped it and scooted back from him.

  It was no good. Even though he wasn’t touching her, he stroked her with his eyes. He gazed at her face, down to her breasts, taking in every single movement of her shaky breaths. Heat flared. She ducked her head as a surge of desire rippled through her. Maggie shook her head, trying to regain some sort of perspective.

  She stood, wrapped her arms around herself and cleared her throat, trying to dispel the sexual tension. “Thank you for your honesty.” At least he finally stated that there was a problem, he’d been evasive for weeks. “What about the issue you mentioned? What is it?”

  He nodded. “Maggie, I’m sorry I didn’t bring this up before. I should have. But I am now. I want to let you know what the issue is. You deserve to know.”

  They’d gotten married at City Hall in such a rush, and that had to be a big part of the problem. Even after a year of marriage, they really didn’t know each other that well.

  He shook his head, a little muscle working in his jaw. He refused to meet her eyes, instead walking to the bank of windows. Talking about anything very personal was hard for him. He was the type of guy who showed he cared about you by taking your car to get serviced at the dealer, or making you a pot of coffee in the morning. His actions always spoke for him. She’d understood that from the very beginning, but sometimes being in a relationship with him felt terribly lonely. As though he kept her at arm’s length.

  She could feel the frustration rising. “I can help, Sax. All you have to do is trust me. Whatever it is. Just tell me. It can’t be that big of a deal.”

  He swallowed. “That’s why I want to show you the film.”

  “Seriously. The DVD? You’d rather show me this stupid thing than just say it?” She could feel her temper intensifying. She’d been living in this crazy sort of limbo for nearly two months. Not divorced and not married. He wouldn’t tell her what was going on. He was just infuriatingly close-mouthed and so polite about the whole process. They even had an amicable separation, for pity’s sake. He’d insisted on paying her rent at her old apartment and giving her money for “incidentals”, but he wouldn’t tell her what the hell was going on.

  “Seriously, Sax, whatever it is? I can handle it. I’ve gone through every conversation we’ve ever had, obsessed over all the details of our relationship. So, just lay it on me. You’re gay? You were originally a woman? You have sex with goats? What?”

  He shook his head. “None of those things.” Then he forced a laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “Goats?”

  She made a face. “Don’t try to distract me. Sax, we’re separated. We hardly talk. I don’t think you’re coping with it, whatever ‘it’ is. And I know that my nerves are shot. I’m tired of this.” She sank lower in her seat and expelled a long, slow breath. Yep, this was hopeless. “I just can’t stand it. That silence. That quiet between us. The way we would be in a room and not speak. Together but miles apart. I won’t do that ever again.”

  “I can tell you but that wouldn’t cover it. It’s better if you see for yourself.” He looked at her with pleading eyes, but his jaw tightened. “Mags, don’t give up on me.”

  “I’m not giving up on you. I’m giving up on us. That’s our biggest problem. You don’t share with me. You should trust me. Depend on me.”

  “But I want to take care of you.”

  “I want to take care of you too. That’s what couples do for each other, but it’s a two-way street.” She shook her head. God damn that man. He had the ability to suck her right in again. Just like nothing had happened. “Or at least I did.” She forced herself to say it, to insert some emotional distance between them.

  He grabbed his cup and took a long drag from his tea, setting it down once more as though he’d just tossed back a shot of whiskey. “Before you decide anything, let me show you.” He pushed the play button on the remote.

  She folded her arms over her chest. “Fine. Thrill me.”

  Chapter Two

  They both watched in silence for a few seconds. From the way he’d reacted earlier, the video could have been anything. Surveillance footage from a bank robbery or a CIA message that would explode in the DVD player.

  Okay, maybe she had seen one too many movies, but with the way he was acting? Nothing was off the table.

  Sax flicked off the lights and sat a short distance from her on the couch. A title splashed in red text came across the screen. Mastering Elaine. Some swanky seventies music started up. From the grainy picture and barely existent plot, this DVD could only be one thing.

  A porn flick.

  She flashed a look at Sax, but his eyes were riveted on the screen. Was Sax in the porn industry? Did he act in films? Make them? Is that what he wanted to tell her but couldn’t find the words?

  The woman in the DVD was nearly nude and beautiful. Large rounded breasts, velvety-white skin and long red hair that fell below her shoulders. She scrubbed the kitchen counter with a rag. Maggie nervously twirled a strand of her own red hair and couldn’t help but notice the similarities between herself and the woman.

  The actress in the film wore a flimsy pair of lacy pink panties and a filmy white negligee. Because most women cleaned in their fancy underwear? Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric. A man came onto the scene and said something, not that Maggie could concentrate. The visual had stolen her ability to speak. The man ordered her to kneel. She obediently crouched on the floor and he walked around her, circling her like a shark.

  The man was bare-chested, with a long shaggy flow of dark hair. He seized her hand and pressed it against his crotch, his dick visibly swollen in his tight, faded jeans. She caressed his cock through the fabric until finally he grabbed her, pulling her to her feet and trapping her against the hard wall of his chest. Back to front, so the audience could get a good look at the woman. Caging her in against his body with one hand, he delved the other between her thighs and rubbed her clitoris through the filmy fabric of her panties. He spread her pussy lips apart, pushing the damp fabric aside, giving the camera a full view of the pink folds of skin.

  She was lusciously wet. Pink and swollen. He pushed two thick fingers into her and the woman groaned, her legs shaking. Next, he pushed the negligee off her shoulders and touched her breasts, tweaking them until her nipples stood at attention, two tiny stiff peaks. He took them in his big hands, squeezing them, jiggling them for the camera so they bounced up and down. She looked ripe and ready, her mouth open, her eyes half shut. Her pussy exposed.

  This woman wanted to be fucked.

  Then he hauled her over to a countertop behind them and pressed her down on it. He tore off her pan
ties and pushed her legs open. The camera once more focused on her wet, creaming pussy.

  Maggie moaned. She was wet, despite herself.

  “This is what I like,” Sax murmured, his voice low and husky. He stroked his hand up and down the length of the armrest. She remembered all too well how good his touch felt. “I like to dominate women sexually. I like to control them. Their pleasure, their pain.”

  This was the big secret. Sax was into bondage, domination.

  She sucked in a breath. Unsure of what to do. As secrets go, she supposed it wasn’t that bad. She’d been prepared for anything, so this was sort of a relief. Sort of. She never would have guessed. He’d always been so gentle in bed. Almost polite. Maybe he’d been deliberately holding back.

  While she found the idea arousing, obviously, the thought of actually engaging in bondage and submission repelled her. It seemed cold. Putting power between yourself and the person you slept with.

  Suddenly, she became aware that Sax was staring at her and she could feel her heart kick in her chest, pounding against her rib cage. His eyes raked over her. He turned the DVD off and now she clearly had his full attention.

  Sax wanted her.

  She could see it. His cock pressed against his pinstriped trousers, distending the fabric. Thick and long. His blue eyes had been eclipsed by large black pupils. She could almost feel the desire ripple between them. A swollen pause, an uncomfortable silence filled the distance between them. She squeezed her legs together, dismayed by how her swollen and dripping sex had betrayed her.

  “Say something,” he muttered. “Anything.”

  Confused and stirred by the film, she couldn’t seem to form much of a thought right now, let alone a response. “I don’t know what to say.” Truthfully, she didn’t. She hadn’t expected this sort of fetish. Didn’t know what she felt about it. She was stunned, aroused, and more than a little perplexed.

  “I want you.” His voice was rough, a guttural admission.

  “Oh,” she breathed. She wanted him too. That much she knew.

  He stood from the couch, towering over her. He held out his hand and it shook just a little. “Yes or no, Mags?” he asked. “It’s been far too long since I last touched you. It’s hell being near you and not being able to touch you. Feel you.”

  She wholeheartedly agreed with that. She wanted to touch him, wanted to be in his arms again, but she wasn’t certain if she could actually give herself to him that way, to be completely submissive.

  “Don’t tease. You won’t like what happens to girls who tease.” He swallowed thickly. “If it is going to be no, I’d advise you to run for the door.”

  She’d never seen him like this. Animalistic. Aroused and sort of dangerous. God, she wanted him. Walking out the door was unthinkable. “Yes,” she murmured. “The answer is yes.”

  And then he was on her.

  Sax grabbed her up in his arms and slung her over his shoulder, carrying her down the white carpeted hall to his bedroom like a caveman with a conquest. She was so aroused that she shuddered in his arms.

  He laid her down on the big expanse of his California king-sized bed, facedown on the black coverlet. When she tried to turn over, he pressed her down. “Don’t you dare move.” He removed her boots, peeled off her long denim skirt and hooked his thumbs in her blue panties, pulling them down around her ankles and then tossing them on the floor.

  Leaving her naked from the waist down. She could hear the ragged sound of his breathing. She could feel the moisture running down her thighs and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

  “Now get on your knees.” He moaned as her flesh was revealed to him. “I’d forgotten how sweet your pussy is. Pink and puffed out for me.”

  She lifted her ass in the air tentatively. She felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Her hot skin and the cool air caused goose pimples to ripple over her flesh. She looked over her shoulder at him. Sax was transfixed, staring at her pussy like a starving man eyeing a juicy steak. “Sax, could we—”

  “Shh,” he murmured. “Don’t speak. I want you to feel. I want you to try this my way.”

  “Okay.” Her heart galloped and she sucked in a deep breath. She faced his wrought iron headboard once more. Confused and aroused, but she trusted him enough to see where this led.

  “I’m going to take you hard. Tell me you want that, Maggie. Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want that tightness between your legs and I want to take it my way. Now tell me! Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

  Oh God, did she ever. And that word. Fuck. That’s what she needed. What she wanted. She wanted Sax to fuck her, not make love. That would come later. She remembered all too well how his cock had felt inside her, thick and hard, the big head pushing its way into her. Owning her. Fucking her. Over and over again. Creating a delicious sort of friction.

  She heard him unzip his fly and push the pants down before flinging them across the room. She watched as they fell beside the nightstand.

  It had been almost two months since they’d last touched. She needed the hard length of him inside her. No other man had ever aroused her the way he did.

  “Yes. Take me.” She balanced on her elbows and wiggled her ass at him. “Fuck me.”

  Sax growled in his throat. “Christ. Look at that wet pussy.” He put a finger in and she yelped, moving instinctively against the intrusion. “You do want me to fuck you, don’t you, girl?”

  “Ah God, yes.” This was a whole new side of Sax. Demanding, sexually aggressive. And apparently he had a penchant for teasing that bordered on tortuous. She didn’t think she could take anymore. It had been weeks. Weeks. “Take me!”

  He pulled his finger away and she moaned at the loss.

  “Is this what you want, love?” He got behind her, prodding her with his cock head, pushing it provocatively between the cheeks of her ass. “You want my big, thick cock inside you?”

  “Yes!”

  “Mmm,” he moaned, stroking his hot flesh against hers. “Have I ever told you what a delicious backside you have? Small waist and a peach ass. I have wanted to see it blush a rosy red since I met you. Wanted to spank you and fuck you silly afterward.”

  “Oh,” she breathed. It was hot, in a strange way. She was torn. A spanking? But somehow the thought of his big hands smacking her had an undeniable erotic appeal.

  “Do you want that, Maggie? Do you want me to slap your ass? Get you ready for my big cock?”

  “Yes!”

  “Good girl,” he murmured. He gave her ass a smack and she mewled. Somehow, it only intensified the hunger raging inside. What the hell was happening to her? She’d worry about that later.

  He leaned over her and whispered into her ear, “If I do anything you don’t like, say the word ‘coffee’ and I will stop right away. Understood?”

  “Understood.” So far everything was pretty amazing.

  “Excellent,” he purred, running a hand down the length of her bare back. He played with her ass. Slapping it and then alternately soothing it with his hand. Rubbing the tender flesh. He squeezed her ass cheeks, pushed them apart. “Look at that tight little hole. Such a shame I haven’t had you here yet.”

  He walked to the side of the bed and removed a bottle of lubricant. He showed it to her and squeezed out a thin clear line of it on his forefinger.

  Maggie winced as the cold lube made contact with her asshole but then relaxed as he patiently rubbed it, working the lube over the puckered skin and then inside her. “Would you let me fuck you here?”

  “Oh! I don’t know.” The idea had always repelled her, but the sensation his finger evoked made her suddenly doubt her aversion. The friction of it was so intense, she wanted him to push it all the way in.

  Sax chuckled. “Excellent. You are thinking about it.” With the other hand he smacked her bottom again. Then he began to prod in earnest, settling his thick finger inside her. She couldn’t help but push back against him as he moved it in and out.

  And her pussy was on fire. She’d
never wanted him more.

  “Look at that. Wish you could see how beautiful you look. Your white skin has this rosy glow. Beautiful.” He spanked both cheeks again, still finger-fucking her ass. Then with the other hand, he delved between her thighs, rubbing her clit, and eased two fingers deep inside her pussy. He worked them both, her pussy and her ass, and she strained against him, moving in time to his rhythm.

  “Oh yes. Yes!” She writhed on the bed, needing something harder. Larger. Deep inside. Something thick. “Fuck me, Sax. Fuck me. Please!” She couldn’t believe she was begging. But she needed this. Needed him.

  “Mmm, yes. I think it’s time.”

  “Oh God, yes,” she moaned.

  He pulled her arms back behind her and she lay on her belly, with her ass still high in the air. “I need something to hold on to while I fuck you.”

  Maggie shivered. God, she couldn’t remember being this excited.

  “I have wanted you just like this. Helpless and wanting. Perfect.” His voice was low. Raspy.

  Sax positioned himself at her entrance and lunged into her. Big. Thick. Hot. Hard. His cock demanded entrance, sinking all the way in and then driving out mercilessly. He used her restrained arms for leverage as he pulled her hips back against his own. As if he owned her body. And maybe he did. She’d never felt this out of control before. Her body was at his command and she loved it.

  With a wail she came. He followed shortly after, driving into her, shouting his triumph and filling her with his cum.

  * * * * *

  Half an hour later, Sax lay on his bed. His heart jack-hammered in his chest. He had trouble believing this wasn’t some sort of fevered dream. A masturbatory hallucination. He’d never considered she would want him like this.

  She stirred beside him and he kissed her upturned mouth. Her eyes fluttered open.

  Sax rubbed the pad of his thumb over her lips. “You take my breath away. I always figured you for such a straitlaced girl. Thank you for trusting me. For giving yourself to me this way.” He kissed her cheek and then kissed his way down the white expanse of her throat. “I have wanted you like this from the moment I first saw you.”