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He
runs
his
hand
through
his
hair
,
regarding
me
carefully
.
“
You
know
,
when
you
fell
into
my
office
to
interview
me
,
you
were
all
‘
yes
,
sir
,
’
‘
no
,
sir
.
’
I
thought
you
were
a
natural
-
born
submissive
.
But
quite
frankly
,
Anastasia
,
I
’
m
not
sure
you
have
a
submissive
bone
in
your
delectable
body
.
”
He
moves
slowly
toward
me
as
his
speaks
,
his
voice
tense
.
“
You
may
be
right
,
”
I
breathe
.
“
I
want
the
chance
to
explore
the
possibility
that
you
do
,
”
he
murmurs
,
staring
down
at
me
.
He
reaches
up
and
caresses
my
face
,
his
thumb
tracing
my
lower
lip
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
any
other
way
,
Anastasia
.
This
is
who
I
am
.
”
“
I
know
.
”
He
leans
down
to
kiss
me
but
pauses
before
his
lips
touch
mine
,
his
eyes
searching
mine
,
wanting
,
asking
permission
.
I
raise
my
lips
to
his
,
and
he
kisses
me
,
and
because
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
’
ll
ever
kiss
him
again
,
I
let
go
—
my
hands
moving
of
their
own
accord
and
twisting
into
his
hair
,
pulling
him
to
me
,
my
mouth
opening
,
my
tongue
stroking
his
.
His
hand
grasps
the
nape
of
my
neck
as
he
deepens
the
kiss
,
responding
to
my
ardor
.
His
other
hand
slides
down
my
back
and
flattens
at
the
base
of
my
spine
as
he
pushes
me
against
his
body
.
“
I
can
’
t
persuade
you
to
stay
?
”
he
breathes
between
kisses
.
“
No
.
”
“
Spend
the
night
with
me
.
”
