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author’s signature. She printed out twenty of them before lunch, put them back in the folder, and took them down the hall to Grace’s office.
    She wasn’t there, so Kennedy put them in her inbox. She sniffed the air in appreciation. Lunch was obviously being served, and it smelled delicious. She went down the hall to the kitchen, stepping inside the doorway and stopping dead in her tracks.
    Cedric sat at the table, his gaze trained on the spot where she stood.
    “Hello, Kennedy. Hungry? I know I’m starved.” The look he gave her let her know exactly what he was hungry for. Her nipples tightened and she let out a soft moan. “Nice to see you too. I’ve been in London for a while. I love London; still it’s always nice to come home.”

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    “I imagine so.” She looked around for everyone else and noticed they were alone.
    “Welcome home.”
    “Thank you, slave girl. How are you?”
    “Where is everyone?”
    “Answer me.” His look drilled her to the floor, zinging her with bolts of pleasure. She lifted her thumb to her mouth and chewed on the nail.
    “I’m fine,” she said, lowering it when she realized what she was doing. “Sir.”
    His lip curled up slightly; then his mouth flattened into a line again. “Everyone’s outside sampling ham, turkey, green beans, potatoes, and various treats made with pumpkin and nuts and other Halloweeny ingredients.”
    “Maybe we should go join them.”
    “Not yet.” Why wasn’t she moving? Just because he was staring at her?
    “Cedric, I --”
    “I did a lot of thinking in London, about us, and how I could claim you as mine.”
    I already am yours. “It won’t work. You know it won’t.”
    “Why don’t you put your hands over those hard nipples and tell me again it won’t work. Or try and forget about that wet pussy between your legs. I know my cock’s hard, thinking about you sucking it.”
    “I’m going outside now.” She started for the third-floor deck, stopping as his words wrapped around her.
    “Kennedy, in the end, you’ll beg for us to be together. After I collar you, after I snap the lock in place, it’s never coming off.”
    “No.”
    “Yes, I’ll have the only key, and you’ll wear it everywhere, so every person on the planet knows I own you.” He was behind her now, his hands on her hips, his breath hot on Undercover Submission

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    her neck. He pulled her next to him and she felt the hard ridge of his cock against her ass.
    “Who do you belong to?”
    “You.” She whispered the word, praying he didn’t hear it.
    “That’s right. Your body knows, and that’s what answered. Now we just have to convince your brain.”

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Chapter Seven
Work to-do list:
    Schedule book signing at store in Beverly Hills Call warehouse to make sure Grace gets the extra books she ordered to use as giveaways from her Web site
    Pick up costumes for party

    Personal to-do list:
    Edits, edits, and more edits
    Buy batteries for BOB
    Try and stop thinking about Cedric, and how he makes me feel

    “You’re going as a cat and dog?” Kennedy put the costume bags on the chair beside Grace’s desk.

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    “Toffer thought it was would be fun. I wanted to do something more traditional, something that would show we were a couple. He says everyone knows that, and this would throw them for a loop. Did you look at your costume?”
    “Yes, I did. I’m not so sure about the corset.”
    Grace laughed, then put down her pen. “Do you know who you’re dressing as tonight, then?”
    “Oh yes, it had a little card on it. I would have left it at the store if the clerk hadn’t told me you threatened death if I didn’t bring everything home.”
    “Yes, I did order him to make sure it came home with you. And you know, I could get used to ordering people around. It’s sorta fun.”
    “Is there some point to this costume?” Kennedy sat down in the other chair and glanced at the clock. It was after four, and