His Strict Requirement: Billionaire Secrets - Book Five

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that had been torturing him for weeks.
    Lindsay hesitated, this was it, she literally had him by the nuts and could break him in seconds if she needed to, but this wasn't something she had done before. She wanted to leave him with metaphorical blue balls, not a trip to the ER. She had no idea how hard she should squeeze. Gentle, always very gentle, that had been her rule of thumb with these things, but that was what you did if you wanted a little more action from the man underneath her. This guy was on top, he was huge, and he obviously wanted her more than any man she had ever slept with.
    She looked up at him but he was no longer looking at her, his eyes had strayed away to her neck and narrowed. He was ready to go.
    "Stop." She said, but he seemed oblivious.
    "Stop Dale." She said louder and his beautiful eyes blinked open, his head lifted up. Christ but he was breathtakingly hot.
    "You don’t want me to. I know you don't."
    "No means no Dale. Back off." It pained her to say those words.
    "Make me believe it and I'll back off."
    Fucking asshole. A spike of hot, resentful anger shot through her.
    "Do you believe this?" She said applying careful pressure to his nuts.
    He moaned slightly, with just a hint of pain. She had gotten it right. Thankfully she had squeezed nearly as gently as she could.
    "You know that only makes me want you more." He said huskily.
    "I'm not kidding Dale."
    "If you're not kidding then take your hands off me and I'll believe you don’t want this."
    "You back off and then I'll take my hands off you."
    Dale didn’t move. He was on the horns of a dilemma. If it was one thing he knew it was when a woman wanted him and he had been sure of Lindsay since he had laid eyes on her in Point Nemo. He was positive it was just the whole journalist dedication to the truth bullshit that was making her hold back. He wasn't used to being told what to do in bed, especially not by someone holding his nuts in their hand but it was proving to be so hot that he couldn't quite think straight and make sense of it all. Either he was spectacularly wrong or this woman was playing the greatest hard to get game of all time.
    He was still watching her, gazing into her eyes to try and read her when the woman below him took a deep breath and squeezed as hard as she could.
    The shock couldn’t have been more all-encompassing - to both of them.
    Dale released a scream of pain and buckled on top of the small woman below him. His hand rushed down between them in a desperate attempt to free himself and to counteract the pain. He was a big man and had played college football, boxed, wrestled and injured himself in a variety of extreme sports but this pain was like nothing he had ever felt before. Add to this that it was being intentionally inflicted on him by the most beautiful thing in his world and the torture was complete.
    If anyone else had done this to him would have beaten the crap out of them within moments of recovery, but this was Lindsay. The woman he wanted more than any other in the whole world. Goddamn it, he still wanted her and that was the most confusing thing. His face had collapsed onto her chest and her necklace came right into view before his eyes. He had seen her necklace but not taken any notice, but that one small item attached to it. He recognized that particular piece of crude ornamentation and the recognition was nearly as painful as what she had just done to his body in the moment he had trusted her the most.
    Lindsay released her grasp and pushed herself away from him. The man still looked gorgeous. Even curled up on the bed cupping himself every sexy muscle seemed to ripple and flex making her want to pounce on him again, push him to his back and make him finish what he had started.
    "Dale…I'm sorry, maybe that was a little too hard."
    He was breathing heavily.
    "Jesus….H…Christ." He said slowly.
    She put a comforting hand to his massive back and feeling all of that powerful coiled muscle it amazed

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