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  “Who needs rational?” Cormack twined her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. “Do you need that?”

  “I thought so.” Until I saw you.

  “Come with me.”

  “I thought I just did that.” That orgasm had rocked her boring little world and Drusilla liked it.

  Cormack was not deterred by her confusion. “I have plans for us.”

  Drusilla raised her eyebrows. “That’s probably the standard line from axe murderers.” Yet as she said the words, she felt no threat from him. Am I still buzzed from the sex?

  Cormack wriggled around and reached down to pull his wallet out from his discarded trousers. “Check me out.” He opened the black leather billfold and presented it to her.

  Drusilla tried to focus on his wallet and not the cock that was once more stirring to life against her thigh. She had never met a man who was aroused so quickly. It both amazed and pleased her. I did that. Drusilla pulled out his driver’s license. “I just knew you would take a good photo.” Some people had that ability. Drusilla’s own license photo looked she had been in prison for ten years. She sifted through his cards—all platinum, gym memberships and loyalty cards to health food shops. They were poles apart on lifestyle. Her credit card was turquoise, she had a trial offer card from the local gym that was three years old and her loyalty was solely for coffee and muffins.

  “So do I look okay?”

  The grin Cormack gave her made her body heat up with need. He was beyond okay. “Why me?” Drusilla knew she was average in the extreme and in her experience her species rarely mixed with his.

  “Just because it was supposed to be.”

  Once more Cormack was kissing her and everything seemed doable to Drusilla. “Cormack—”

  “Don’t say the standard ‘we barely know each other’ stuff. Instead let’s get to know each other. People do this all the time.”

  Not any people Drusilla knew. “Do they? Do you?” She didn’t want someone who jumped into bed—or in this case a car—with anyone just because they could. But then this was not a commitment that was going lead to marriage either. So what was this?

  “No, I don’t.”

  “Really?” That was hard to believe. “You must have women after you.” That was a no-brainer. Hot, sexy man equals lustful women devotees.

  Cormack ignored the question. “I want you. Can’t you feel the connection between us? I don’t know about you but I don’t react that way with just anyone.”

  Drusilla believed him. Or do I just want to believe him? It was all so confusing. She was there for a fish but she got a cock instead. As shopping expeditions went it was a great deal. And no, she had never had such an instantaneous reaction to any man as she had to Cormack. But anything so good naturally made Drusilla suspicious. “Um, what you plan to do?”

  “Tie you up in knots so you cannot think of anything but us.”

  That shouldn’t be hard.

  Chapter Three

  “You meant real knots?” She pulled against the silken cords. She was naked and spread-eagled on a massive bed, which was fitted with satin sheets that were delicious against her skin. Drusilla’s hands were tied over her head and her feet were secured to the bedposts. She was totally exposed and there was nothing she could do about it. It was embarrassing. It was exciting.

  When Cormack had invited her back to his place, she had gone without thinking. Her need to be with the man overrode any other thoughts. Drusilla had barely taken in her surroundings as Cormack had lifted her into his arms and kicked the front door shut behind him. Any ideas she had of being heavy and awkward for him to manage were dismissed as he carried her with ease to the bedroom. Cormack had wasted no time in getting them both naked. That was good for Drusilla had been excited and ready for anything. But when the cords came out she had stiffened.

  “You’ll enjoy it,” Cormack has told her as he gently pushed her to the bed.

  “I don’t know.” While being tied up was a fantasy of hers, it was not something Drusilla ever imagined would happen to her. Fantasies were safe. Reality was scary.

  Cormack toyed with the ropes, his eyes never leaving hers. “You only have to ask me and I will let you go.”

  “I don’t know.” Well, she did but on the good-girl scale of “nice” things to do with a man, tying someone up to have sex was probably well into the negatives. But then, I’ve never been a good girl and I just had sex in a public car park in the middle of the day so…

  “I would never hurt you.”

  And the thing was, Drusilla knew Cormack meant it. She could see it in his eyes. “So if I asked you to stop?”

  “I would.” His tone was honest. “Come on, try it. Or are you scared to be under someone else’s control?”

  Yes, she was but Drusilla had always been adventurous and so far this journey had been excellent with the thrills and spills it provided. Maybe some women would have thought through a virtual stranger tying them up but Drusilla was not “some” women. “You will stop when I ask?”

  “Say the word.”

  So there she was tied up and at Cormack’s pleasure. The ropes were firm but not tight. Her arms and legs were bent allowing her to relax somewhat. “What now?” How did you have sex like this? Drusilla wanted to touch and taste and that was damn near impossible tied up as she was.

  “Now I lick you.”

  “Oh boy.” Her whole body trembled at the thought of his hot, wet tongue all over her skin.

  Cormack smiled at her response. “You like that idea?”

  “Yes.” No other words were needed. It was as it was.

  Cormack’s tongue started on her shoulders and worked down, his naked body brushing hers as he did. No part of her was left untouched. He tongued her nipples until she was at the point of screaming and then Cormack moved his mouth to her arms.

  “Hey.” Drusilla needed him to suck her nipples not just toy with them and leave.

  “My game, my rules.” Cormack was undeterred. From her arms he moved over to her stomach, his fingers pinching her nipples as his tongue sank into the hollow of her bellybutton.

  It was sweet, sublime torture and Drusilla was on fire with need for whatever Cormack would do next. She was wet from his mouth and her own need. When his tongue slid down her thighs she tensed. Oh yes. This was what she craved. His mouth hesitated for a moment before his tongue slipped into her pussy and thrust up into the core of her, Drusilla screamed at the unexpected yet welcome invasion. Relentlessly Cormack thrust in and out mimicking what his cock would soon do.

  “Cormack,” Drusilla panted with need.

  He lifted his head and removed his tongue. “Yes?” His green eyes were aglow with desire.

  “I need more than that.” She needed hard cock now.

  “And you’ll get it but not yet,” Cormack changed course and started licking down her legs.

  “Cormack?” Was he trying to kill her?

  “What?”

  “You can’t just leave me like this.”

  He looked at her with interest. “How?”

  “I want your cock inside me.” She had never demanded that of any man but Cormack was a standout among them.

  “It will be.” He sounded certain of that fact as he began sucking her.

  It didn’t seem odd to her that a man she had only just met was sucking her toes. What was odd was he was not balls-deep inside her. “I want it now.”

  “You are too impatient.”

  There was nothing she could do. Drusilla wriggled and jerked but it brought no relief. “Please Cormack, I beg you.”

  “Hold on a little longer.”

  Drusilla moaned in frustration. Was the man blind? “I am never going to be able to do that with you. Besides I can see I am not the only one with issues. You want to be inside me.” His cock was so hard that it had to be painful. “So do it. Fuck me.” Lord, did I just say that? What the hell. It was what she wanted.

  “Dru, honey—”

  Her eyes locked on h
is. “I want your big, fat cock in me now. I want to grind my pussy against you as I come but if you’re not up to the task…”

  Cormack laughed. “You’re funny and sweet and so beautiful.” He moved up the bed toward her, his body rubbing hers in his progress.

  “Please—”

  “Or?”

  “I will cry.”

  “Seriously?”

  “To get what I want? Hell yes.”

  Cormack was amused. “What do you want?”

  “You.”

  “How can I deny you then?” Cormack reached over to his bedside table and pulled out a drawer and snagged a condom.

  Drusilla’s eyes were on his ass. “Nice butt.” She wanted to bite the firm, muscular cheeks.

  “You know I can usually hold out longer than this.” He made short work of covering his cock with the condom.

  “What’s the point when we know what we want?”

  “Indeed,” he murmured with a small smile as he untied her legs.

  “My hands too.” Drusilla wanted the freedom to be with the man as she chose.

  Cormack leaned down over her and kissed her nose. “Why?”

  “Because I want to be on my hands and knees. I want your balls slapping into my ass from behind.” Oh the things she was saying yet this dirty talk was turning her on even more. “Please, Cormack, I want your cock inside me now.”

  “As you wish, honey.” He was up on his knees instantly to untie her.

  Drusilla was pleased she was not the only one feeling the strain. She rolled over and onto her hands and knees, her ass submissively up in the air awaiting him. “Now.” They both needed this so there was no need to wait any longer.

  “You’re very bossy.” Cormack got behind her, his cock rubbing against the crack of her ass.

  “I am when I want something. Now stop chatting and do it now.”

  “You are going to drive me crazy.” Cormack leaned forward and kissed her shoulders.

  That was nice but hot, hard flesh was better. ”Just drive that cock up inside me.”

  “Yes ma’am.”

  Drusilla almost swallowed her tongue at the penetrating force that pushed deep and fast into her vagina. Drusilla threw her head back and smiled. Oh yes this was what she wanted.

  “Happy?”

  “Delirious—now move—I need an orgasm.”

  “Hmm and if you don’t get one?”

  Her hand strayed to her clit. “Then I’ll use my fingers.”

  “No way.” Cormack wrapped one arm around her waist holding her tight as he reached over and grabbed a discarded cord. He pulled her hand from her pussy and then with his body only, pinned Drusilla still as both of his hands tied hers in front of her.

  “Hey.”

  “You are not coming unless you come with me.” Cormack slapped her ass.

  Drusilla jumped at the shock of it. “You are so arrogant.”

  “But you like it.” His hand smacked her butt once more.

  I love it. Her skin tingled from the next blow. Who knew spanking would feel so good?

  Cormack’s hand went once more to her ass. “Beg me.”

  “No.” His cock was so tight inside her that each slap jarred it forward slightly making her whole body shudder with pleasure.

  “Do it,” Cormack insisted, his voice low yet teasing as he spanked her once more. “I will not move until you do.”

  He sounded like he meant it and she needed friction. “Please fuck me, Cormack.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I love it when you do.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s you and don’t ask me why again, just do it.”

  He leaned in and whispered against her ear, “You make me feel so good.”

  “Now return the favor and— Whoa!” Drusilla gasped as Cormack pulled almost all the way out then plunged his cock back into her. “Oh yes—keeping that going.” And he did until she was breathless and her knees shook and she began to doubt her ability to remain upright.

  Cormack’s hand went to her clit rubbing with intent. “Come with me now, honey.”

  She was his to command. To think otherwise at that moment was delusional. Drusilla pushed back against him, arching her back as the most amazing feeling rushed through her body. She screamed and would have fallen face down if Cormack had not held her up as he continued ramming against her butt seeking his own release. Drusilla moaned as she felt his body shake and the cry that tore from his lips made her happy. I did that. “We have to do that again.”

  “Anything for you, honey.”

  Cormack lay beside her, their hands entwined as they both stared at the ceiling. It was not an awkward silence. It was more a moment of realization that there was something going on between them that neither had contemplated happening. Well, that was what Drusilla wanted to believe. Moments like this did not happen to her. She suspected was not the only one overcome by what had just happened. Cormack’s hand was wrapped firmly around hers and his thumb softly stroked her skin almost as if he was reluctant to let go. But then, am I wanting more than he can give? Does this mean more to me than him? Surely neither that hot moment in the car nor this had been a fluke?

  “Dru, honey—”

  “No, don’t say anything.” She turned on her side and looked at him. What Drusilla saw in his eyes scared her. It mirrored everything she felt and as much as she was pleased by that, it also frightened her. “I think I need to go.” Yet she did not move.

  “Why?”

  “Because this is just plain crazy.”

  “Crazy is sometimes good.”

  Drusilla pulled her hand from his. “I need time to think.” She sat up and reached forward for the bedsheet. It was a superfluous action as he had seen and touched all her body yet Drusilla felt slightly more in control with the thin covering.

  “You’re scared.” Cormack did not move. He just watched as Drusilla wound the sheet around her and pulled it away from the bed as she stood up.

  “Yes.” That was a fact. Drusilla was no prim and proper lady, yet nor was she a slut who jumped in and out of bed with any man at the first opportunity. Physically, they knew each other but there was more to life than sex. Cormack got up and moved toward her. Drusilla swallowed hard. He is beautiful.

  “Relax, honey.” He went over to a chest of drawers and picked up his wallet. “Just getting my card.”

  Drusilla was so absorbed with the taut, flexing muscles of his ass that momentarily she was bewildered when he turned back and handed the simple white business card to her.

  “I respect the fact that you need time to think but I don’t want you to forget what we have.”

  As if she could. The man was permanently inked on her soul. Drusilla looked down at his embossed name. “So this is a ‘call me’ moment?”

  “No, it’s a ‘when you stop worrying come back to me’ moment.”

  Come back to me. That sounded good. It had the sound of forever in it. Why was she leaving him now? Drusilla shook herself. Bloody hell, I will want to marry him next. “Um, okay—thanks.” She told her feet to move. But how did one walk away from the love of their life? Oh boy, you are losing the plot now, woman. “Right, must go and er, do stuff.”

  “I’ll be waiting for you.”

  Drusilla nodded, not trusting herself to speak in case she blurted out something dumb and needy like I love you.

  Cormack made no move to follow her as she picked up her clothes and left the room. Yet, he wanted to. The urge to scoop her up in his arms and carry her back to the bed, to make love to Drusilla until she could not think straight, was so strong that it took all his willpower to stand and watch her leave. Cormack wasn’t kidding. He wanted her to come back to him. But it had to be Drusilla’s choice. He had never forced a woman in his life. Cormack had to know that what she was feeling matched his own thoughts and needs. In his heart, he knew it did.

  It was only when he heard the front door slam that he realized he had been clenching his
fists to keep control and not chase after her like some lovesick swain. Cormack knew there was no way he could even contemplate writing the series of articles he had planned. They had been too arrogant and cocky anyway. He saw that now. Dispensing advice to men about meeting women was tacky. It implied it was for the pursuit of sex and nothing else. Meeting Drusilla had changed his smart-ass thoughts. While he adored women, Cormack had never seriously thought of any one being any more special than any other. The moment he met Drusilla in the pet store, he knew that notion had been blasted out of his mind for good.

  “Flint, you have met your match,” he mused to himself as he started to dress. There was every possibility that Drusilla wouldn’t call him. He had seen the fear in her eyes. It was not of him, more of herself and what she was feeling. Cormack understood that. Love was an emotion that turned everything he thought he knew upside down. “Time to buy an aquarium.” If Drusilla wanted to procrastinate about her need for him, then her need for Arthur would bring her back to his door.

  Chapter Four

  The next morning, Drusilla felt a little stiff, tired and sore but it was the kind of feeling that she could grow accustomed to. Her panicked flight from Cormack’s home to her own had left her breathless with the realization that she had gone from suspicious to lover in a nanosecond and what did that say about her? Was she so desperate for a man that any male who showed her the slightest attention she would favor? Or was it fate? Could people be brought together by the cosmos through a goldfish?

  “Crap! I forgot about Arthur.” Her niece would already be home and awaiting her goldfish. “Well, lie three hundred and eighty-nine coming up.” She sighed. It was hard being a good auntie. “Clearly I cannot go to work today. I’m too busy.” Drusilla dialed her office and coughed a lot into the phone. “Too sick to come in. I’m sure I am contagious,” she croaked out. Calling in sick was always best done before the first morning cup of coffee. That done, she then called her niece and lied as any desperate, half-assed auntie did promising Arthur’s triumphant return in the next day. “I would do it sooner kid but work is so busy.” Drusilla hung the phone up and blew out a deep breath. “Luckily I already have reservations in hell.”