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This is Soren's Club Volare story. Following the publication of a book about the band, Soren gets sued--and his lawyer Cate Kennedy is the perfect sub for him. It's just taking her a little longer to figure that out...

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“Stop thinking so much,” he ordered. “And get your ass upstairs. Now.”

Cate could get her ass upstairs as quickly as Soren told her to, but to stop thinking entirely?

Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen.

Especially when she could literally feel his eyes on her ass the whole way up. It made her feel warm, and wanted, and wet.

Which was a problem, because she had a job to do. She had a job she had to do right now, a job that couldn’t wait. She couldn’t afford to let Mark Cheedham own a news cycle with his press conference and all the allegations he’d made; she had to craft a response and she had to go on television and hit back, and the sooner she did it, the better. For Soren’s sake.

And for that she needed Soren to answer some questions. That was what this meeting was for, his debriefing. That’s all this meeting was for.

Keep telling yourself that, Kennedy.

“Faster,” Soren growled behind her. “Or I will pick you up and carry you.”

Cate blinked. He wouldn’t.

No, he probably would.

She practically ran up the remaining steps.

“Hey,” she said, turning around to face him at the top of the stairs. “We should probably work out some rules, or boundaries, you know, when we’re doing professional stuff, and when we’re doing…other stuff.”

Soren pointed at a closed door. “In there. Now.”

There was a silence. Cate didn’t move except to tighten her hand on the railing. She was sure he could hear her heartbeat; it was that loud. It was deafening. Soren stood in front of her, towering and unyielding, and looking every inch the Dom. Like, she suddenly realized, he always did. Soren didn’t turn this stuff on and off the way that Cate did, he didn’t compartmentalize. He was always just him.

And he was the one making the rules.

Slowly, Cate let go of the railing. She could already feel her pulse throbbing between her legs, could already feel her skin start to tingle in that particular way.

She met his brilliant blue eyes for one meaningful moment and then turned around, walked toward the room he’d chosen, and opened the door.
It was dark. She fumbled for the light switch on the wall until she felt Soren’s massive bulk behind her, and then she gasped.

His huge hand on her stomach, spanning it.

His mouth on her neck.

She heard a woman moan, and realized it was her. She felt her knees go weak, felt herself collapse into him, felt the hardness behind her.

“Oh, what the hell do you to do to me?” she murmured.

In answer he spun her around, into the room, against another wall in the dark. She heard a switch flip, saw the soft lighting, the comfortable furniture, the bed, padded benches, things she didn’t recognize.

This was not a room for a debriefing.

“Soren—”

“Quiet,” he said, and lifted both her hands above her head, pinning her with one huge paw.

Soren’s size blocked out everything else.
No sound. Just the two of them breathing, in synch. She could feel the heat on her cheek. In her belly. Between her thighs.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Soren said.

“I was busy,” she said. She looked straight ahead, at the little dip in his collarbone, and tried to keep her voice even. “I was doing research for the case.”

“That’s an excuse,” he said.

His free hand found her hip and stroked it, caressed it, felt the material of her skirt. Stopped when it found the zipper.

“It’s true,” she said.

“No, it’s only part of the truth,” Soren said, his fingers toying with the zipper on her skirt. “The rest of the truth is that you’re afraid.”

“Maybe.”

“Definitely.”

“Fine. Definitely.”

In the dim light he smiled. Then he bent down and kissed her.

Not gentle this time. Heated. Hard. Hot. The kind of onslaught she could only surrender to, helpless to do anything but yield, anything but let it wash over her, until something caught fire in her. Cate almost felt like she was watching from outside herself as the hunger in her grew, as she kissed him back with equal ferocity, equal breathlessness.
She’d never wanted anyone so badly in her entire life.

She’d never been so mindless.

Soren tore away from her with a growl, panting. Cate almost wailed; it felt like she actually needed him, physically, like she needed contact, as much of it as possible.

“No,” Soren said. “I’m going to be careful with you.”

“Please don’t be,” Cate said.

His hands tightened on her hip, on her wrists. He exhaled slowly.

“You’ll get what you need, Cate. Not what you want.”