Nick loved how Gaby had come so quickly under his hand. Her juices drenched him, her scent oozing into his pores. So beautiful. So perfect. So trusting. Too trusting, considering the situation into which she was about to enter. His duty was to see she was informed and protected. Under any other circumstance he’d consider her trust a treasured gift. But not now when her life depended on him teaching her all he could in the short span of a day or two.

It scared the hell out of him. He wanted to bask in her, to spend hours, days, weeks, months learning her body over and over again. To memorize the feel of her pussy clenched around his cock. To feel her lips surround him, her fingers cupping his balls while she did so. And maybe…just maybe…to earn enough of her real trust to take it all to a higher level.

He waited until Reid left, then helped her stand. Her legs quivered, threatening to topple her. He didn’t know if it was because of passion or fear, and he wasn’t about to ask. Gaby had to be the best she could be, at top form for this assignment. If he had to make her come a thousand times to settle her into the job, he’d do it, even at the expense of his own balls bursting.

He wanted to love on her, not play the Dom/sub game. Still…it was about survival.

“When we’re in that situation, you have to obey without question.” He cleared his throat. “The slightest hesitation will tell. You don’t leave our sides. Lean into us at all times. Eyes downcast. No speaking until you’re given permission to do so. You’ll address us both as ‘Master,’ nothing else. If you disregard any of those things, I’ll have no choice but to discipline you.”

She shivered. All Nick wanted to do was wrap his arms around her.

“Unbutton my shirt, princess.”

Gaby stood before him, eyes focused on her task, breath wafting over his skin as she slowly bared him. She pressed her lips together at her first glimpse of his chest and started to reach for his nipple. She paused, fingers hovering over her goal. Sweet blue eyes glanced up at him.

“May I touch you…Master?”

“Very good, Gaby. That’s exactly correct.”

“Good. So…may I?”

Hell, yeah. “Yes, you may.”

She bent down and flicked her tongue over the bead of flesh. He felt the shock in his balls and sucked in a breath through his teeth.

“Damn it, Gaby.” He stabbed his hand in her hair and pulled back her head. “I didn’t say with your tongue.”

“You didn’t say not to either,” she purred.

She had him on that one. “You have a boyfriend?”

Gaby drew back. A tiny line marked the space between her eyebrows. “Do you think if I did I’d be doing this with you?” She hooked her foot behind his leg, and he knew she intended to flip him.

“Do it and no safe word in the world will save your ass.”

War backlit her gaze. The choice was hers. Nick meant what he said. Finally, she dropped her gaze and released the last two buttons.

“Good.” He took a step backward and pressed his hands to her shoulders. “On your knees. I presume you’re familiar with the position.”

Defiance reared its head again. “What—”

“The submissive position, not doggy style position, or standing on your head.”

Gaby knelt and placed her hands on her thighs, eyes downcast.

“Now…unzip my trousers and release my cock. Don’t touch it…with any part of your body or anything else.”