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A quiet moan escaped as I fought to behave.It would be easier once everything started and my submission was flowingthrough me, but for the time being, all I was feeling was desire and a dash ofdesperation. Something about seeing how good we were together outside of workand a scene had me frantic to be in his arms.

Dates had always gone so badly in the past,I’d never thought of them as the start to a sexy, heat-filled evening of scenesand submission.

Who knew it could work like that?

The tender kiss he pressed against my lipswas completely at odds with the dirty things he quietly whispered. “You’regoing to go into the house and strip off your clothes. You have ten minutes tobe naked and kneeling in the middle of your office. Is that clear?”

The desire in his words and the heat in hiseyes said he had something wonderful planned.

“Yes, Master.” I wasn’t sure if he meantright that minute or in a few seconds, so I was relieved when he nodded towardthe door.

“I’ll follow you in shortly.” Then he gaveme a wicked grin that made me want to search the car. What had he hidden away?

But the look on his face said that wouldnot be a good way to start our evening.

“Yes, Sir.” Nearly jumping out of the car,I hurried toward the house.

The old building still had a warehouse feelto it, but I loved the worn brick and the half-faded painted sign from where ithad used to be a feedstore. When I’d bought the building for a steal, everyonehad questioned my sanity, but I’d known it was perfect from the first time I’dseen it.

Of course, most of the profits from myfirst book had gotten dumped into the house, which had nearly given Bradleyhives, but I’d never regretted it.

Hurrying through the house, I startedstripping as soon as I made it to my room. I’d showered earlier, but I took afew minutes to freshen up a bit and to calm down so I wouldn’t look insane whenI got downstairs.

I had a few minutes to spare when I got tothe office, but I was still too excited, so I needed the extra time. Kneelingon the cushion that had clearly been placed for me, I relaxed into position andclosed my eyes.

Taking several deep breaths, I focused onthe sounds in the house. Just above the quiet noises that were always in thebackground, I heard movement coming from deeper into the house. The quietsounds echoed slightly, so I knew Tristan was in the bathroom.

As my body finally calmed and I could feeleverything falling into place, I pictured the sexy way he’d stood over me ashe’d fucked me with the letter opener handle. He’d been so relaxed butcommanding. He’d known just from reading my books and getting to know me thatit was something I’d always fantasized about.

From the first moment we’d met, tranquilstrength had radiated from him, but the thing I loved best was that he’d neverexpected me to be anyone else. There’d been no talk of making me moreresponsible or working less like there had been with other people I’d dated.

I knew some of it was because of hisparents, but it just seemed to be who he was. When he looked at me, Ifelt…special. It was like I was perfect for him, imperfections included.

He’d even brought a notebook to dinner justfor me.

He’d given me great plot bunnies.

And he always knew just when to dominate meso I felt safe and wanted.

I couldn’t ask for anyone more perfect thanthat.

“Spread your legs.” Tristan’s voice wasrough and low, sending a shiver through me. “I can’t have my slave hiding fromhis Master.”

Slave?

Master?

Oh.

Another shiver raced through me as imagesflashed through my head. I’d written several books with Masters and slaves, butonly one that opened with a slave kneeling in his Master’s office.

Pushing my knees wider, I straightened andheld back a moan as my cock jerked. “I’m sorry, Master.”

I heard fabric rubbing as he moved closer.“That’s not going to be good enough. You know better.”

The low tone to the words went right to mydick. “Master, please…”

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to beg for,though. The slave in that book had suffered deliciously…did I really want toget out of that?