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in Wade’s throat and he turns away, his
breathing ragged. I stand close behind him but don’t touch him. Something tells
me he needs to get his emotions under control before he’ll allow me to touch
him again.
    “Do you know,” he says quietly, “the day we slept with
Dallas, I was going to ask Con to move in with me.”
    Holy shit. Doesn’t that just add a new dimension to the
whole situation? I reach out and stroke his back. “So, why didn’t you?”
    Slowly, Wade turns to face me. “How could I when I had these
intense feelings for someone else?”
    “So you’ve been pushing the two of them together as a way to
alleviate your guilt about your feelings for Dallas?” I ask.
    “Hell, I don’t know. I just know everything changed and I…I
don’t trust myself. Not around Dallas.” He leans down to me and grazes my
cheekbone with his thumb. “I barely trust myself with you.”
    Finally, everything clicks. “It’s not just that you like to
be in control, it’s that you’re afraid of losing control.”
    “I don’t know, hell…maybe.” He starts pacing again. “Dammit,
Tess. You saw me. If I let myself go, I’d end up hurting the people I love.”
    “You’re already hurting them.” I catch his hand and hold on.
“Yeah, I saw you with Dallas and yes, it scared me a little because I’d never
seen you like that. But it didn’t scare Dallas and it sure-as-hell didn’t scare
Connor.”
    He stares deep into my eyes, searching out the truth of my
statement.
    “It’s true.”
    Both Wade and I spin toward the door. Connor is standing
there. Behind him is Dallas. The two men enter slowly and I glance up at Wade.
He’s got a look of panic in his eyes.

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    T here’s
only one thing to be done. I undo the sash at the waist of my robe and slowly
pull it through the loops. Without a word, I walk up to Wade and gently nudge
him backwards to the bed. From the corner of my eye, I can see the other two
following me, but keeping their distance. Wade’s gaze flicks from me to Connor
then to Dallas.
    “Don’t,” Wade whispers. But his voice lacks conviction and I
know what I’m doing is right.
    “Get on the bed,” I say. My tone is soft but commanding. I
may be small, I may be a woman, I may not know how to break a horse, but I know
how to take a business, cut through the bullshit and make it work, no matter if
it’s a small operation or a multi-national. If I can do that, I can cut through
Wade’s bullshit and make this thing work for the three of them.
    “Get on the bed,” I repeat.
    Wade’s got this look of surprise on his face, but he obeys
me. I crawl up onto the bed beside him and tug his right arm up above his head.
With the sash from my robe, I tie it around his wrist and then wrap it once
around the slotted headboard. He doesn’t fight me when I grab his other wrist
and do the same, securing his hands up above his head.
    I let my robe fall open, leaving my chest bare. Leaning
down, I graze the tips of my breasts across his chest. With my head hanging
low, I swish my damp hair over his pectoral muscles and down, moving lower and
lower until I reach his towel.
    “Sometimes,” I say softly, “you have to give up control.” I
tug at the place where the towel is tucked in on itself and flip it open. Wade’s
got the beginnings of a beautiful erection and I swing my hair up and down his
hardening length. “Right now, I’m in control and you’re going to do everything
I say.” I look up to meet his fiery stare. “Is that clear?”
    His nostrils flare and he’s breathing hard. “Fuck, Tess. I
don’t know if—”
    Lowering myself onto my hands and knees I take the head of
him in my mouth and circle him with my tongue. His hips lift off the mattress
to meet me and, with a firm grasp around his base, I say again, “Is that clear?”
    I hear him swallow. With a glance up, I see he’s licking his
lips. Still fighting the thing he wants, still battling his desires.