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event at the ranch.”
    “Three weeks,” Cord reminded him. “Fallon’s doing a
magnificent job pulling it all together.”
    Grange smiled. “My wife and I can’t wait to attend.” He
glanced at Fallon. “Do you have a card with you? I have some names I’d like to
email you to add to the guest list.”
    “Of course.” She pulled the thin pasteboard from her purse
and handed it to him. “I’ll be happy to add anyone you recommend.”
    Then, at last they were outside. Cord tipped the valet who
retrieved his car and they pulled out of the driveway onto the street.
    “You survived in one piece,” he teased. “I knew you could do
it.”
    Her sigh felt as if it came from deep inside her somewhere.
“I don’t mean to be an idiot about it, but you have to remember. I’ve been out
of the whole San Antonio scene for more than two years. I felt as if I were
walking into a foreign country.”
    He moved his right hand so his fingers rested between her
thighs, the tips teasing her cunt. “You see? Brian was definitely absent. These
people wouldn’t tolerate him in their circles.”
    “I know.” She squirmed, the touch of his fingers playing
havoc with her brainwaves. “And I really appreciate how patient you’ve been
with me about, well…everything.”
    “I’m just trying to help you relax. And trust that I would
never put you in a bad situation.”
    “I know,” she assured again. “And I promise to do better
about this.”
    He stared at her for a moment. “I just get the feeling that
lately he keeps creeping back into your mind That he still has some sort of
hold on you.”
    “No.” She nearly shouted the word. “No, not at all. I just
don’t want us to be caught up in a nasty scene, which I promise you it would
be.”
    “Then trust that I’ll never put you or us in that
situation.”
    “I will.” She cleared her throat. “I do.”
    He was silent for a moment then pinched her clit. “I can
live with that. But then no more excuses.”
    “I promise.”
    She could sense the tension ease from his body at her words.
    “Hungry?” he asked. “Neither of us ate much at the party.”
He tickled the inside of one thigh. “Although I know what I have an appetite for.”
    “Me too.” In spades, she thought. Tonight she wanted him to
do everything to her. Needed him to.
    He inched one finger inside her wet pussy and wiggled it.
“Then dinner at home it is.”
    * * * * *
    “Hands over your head.” Cord’s voice was firm.
    They were standing in the bedroom and he’d already divested
himself of his jacket and tie. Fallon had reached for the zipper on her dress
when his words stopped her.
    “But—”
    “No argument. My orders. Right? Hands high. I’ll do the
undressing.”
    That tone of voice always kick-started her pheromones. His
take-charge voice. His Dom voice. She raised her arms straight up and in a
moment felt his fingers at her nape, finding the zipper. One finger brushed her
spine as he slowly drew the tab down to her waist. As the soft fabric fell
away, his finger continued its journey to the cleft of her buttocks, trailing
through the warm crevice.
    She shivered in anticipation of what was to come.
    “You know,” he said, with that hint of drawl that turned her
on, “I find I have to work to control myself with you. Force myself to go
slowly. I’m the Master. I’m the one in charge.” He kissed a spot at the top of
her spine. “And yet, with a single look you can destroy all that control.” He
trailed his tongue in a line to the top of her ass. “That’s your power, girl.”
    “It’s always my wish to please my Master.”
    He laughed softly. “Do I hear a note of impudence? I think
we might have to teach you some manners.”
    He linked his fingers with hers and drew her arms back to
her sides. Another deft movement and the clasp on her bra opened, the garment
falling to the floor. Cord’s hands came around to cup her breasts, his
forefingers tugging gently on the nipple