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What I Want - Want No More from EPOV has been sent to Fandoms Fight the Floods! Donate today and get your copy! Want to know what is in store for you if you donate? Here is a little (well, actually a pretty long) teaser/taste of What I Want. You'll remember the scene if you have already read Want No More.

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She moved nervously from one foot to the other while I kept a steady gaze on her, moving my eyes from her feet all the way up to the scarf that was still pissing me off. I wanted to see her slender neck and the bare skin of her throat. I wanted to know for sure if she was taken or not. There was no way she wasn’t surrounded by men, as young and beautiful as she was. I needed to know. I needed her to…

“Take the scarf off.” My voice surprised me a little. I hadn’t completely meant to say it out loud, though I certainly wanted her to do it. What I want, I get. Usually. Obviously, I had surprised her a bit as well.

“Um…what?”

I could almost hear her heart pounding. If I could see under her scarf, I could probably have figured out just how excited she was by the pulse in her neck. If I could see under her scarf, I’d know if she was already taken or not.

“The scarf on your neck,” I said cautiously. I didn’t want to scare her, but I really, really wanted it off. If she was marked…well, that would be the end of it. Maybe. “Take it off.”

“Why?”

She asked the question, but even as she did, her hand was moving to the knot sitting against her shoulder. She tugged at it a couple of times before it came loose and she dutifully held it out to me. I glanced at it a moment, considered asking her how she felt about being tied up with it, and looked for the tell-tale signs on her skin of recent activity. I still couldn’t see anything with the damn blouse she had on, which was buttoned all the way up to the top.

“Undo the buttons on your blouse.”

Her eyes went wide, and her mouth opened a little. I looked away quickly, realizing how my words must have sounded. I didn’t want to frighten her – truly I didn’t. I did want her naked and spread out for me on the desk – maybe bent over the arm of the chair…maybe even in the back of the helicopter after all of this was over – but I didn’t want to scare her. I closed my eyes and tried to shake the random, cock-stroking thoughts from my head. I looked back up and smiled, laughing softly at the stunned look on her face.

“Just the top three buttons, baby.”
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