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Yvette’s signature husky laughs burst from deep inside her throat. “And when I heard you play the first time in that dive bar? I did consider switching teams.”
    He took off his glasses and polished them with the edge of his T-shirt. “Well, I think the fact that I don’t possess a vagina would have been a pretty large deterrent for you.”
    She nodded sagely. “Indeed.”
    “Anyway, I finally accepted the fact that I’d never get in your pants. I’m cool with it now. And you can have my leftovers.”
    “Mark, even I don’t have the stamina to take up your leftovers.”
    “Not many do.”
    “So.” Yvette gave him a playful nudge. “You gonna get some later?”
    Yvette loved to hear the details of Mark’s encounters. “I don’t know. She said she’d come to the show.”
    Yvette raised a brow. “Huh.”
    “What, huh ?”
    “I saw you come back from the patio with her. You definitely had her all a-twitter.”
    Mark grunted.
    “You keeping this one on the downlow or what?”
    “No.” He slid his glasses back on. “Maybe. I don’t know.” Normally he shared everything with Yvette. But for some reason he wanted to keep this thing with Ruby between the two of them. He didn’t want to share her. In any way.
    She grinned. “Interesting.”
    “What?”
    “ Mark has a girlfriend ,” she began chanting in a singsong voice. “ Mark has a girlfriend. ”
    He couldn’t help but laugh. “Fuck off! I just met her, and we leave town in twelve hours. Not to mention the small fact that we live on opposite sides of the country. I’ll never see her again after tonight.” Oddly, that last sentence was hard to say, or think.
    “Unless we decide to record here. Then we’d be here a couple of weeks. And I gotta say, I like Emmett’s setup. Very old-school. Hardly any digital.”
    Mark had already been leaning toward recording here, but he had to admit the thought of seeing Ruby while he did so was helping cement the deal. “He said he could fit us in as soon as we want.”
    “I’m game, and Jake’s down with whatever.”
    “Yup.”
    So that was it, then. They’d be here for a couple of weeks, and he could see Ruby again. Reaching for the stereo controls, he turned up the volume until a loud, steady thump from a White Stripes tune blasted through the speakers and filled the limo.
    Had he only just met Ruby a few hours ago? Already, he felt like he knew her. He knew she loved his hand around her neck, and a bit of pain with her pleasure. But she fought it; he could feel her struggling with her desire to submit to him.
    She also loved chocolate. When she swallowed a bit of chocolate from her cocktail she’d closed her eyes, savored it in her mouth. He’d had a sudden desire to feel her tongue on his cock, licking the tip just as she’d done that glass.
    He could have. On the patio, she’d wanted him. Begged him to fuck her. It had taken every ounce of willpower to say no. But, from the moment he’d seen her, he’d wanted more. He’d wanted to see her bound, in real life. Not just in a photograph.
    Subspace. When a person gave over so completely, it produced a trancelike state for the submissive, and Mark couldn’t stop thinking about taking Ruby there. Seeing her on her knees, ready for him. Building her up until she was begging him to spank her harder and harder and harder.
    His balls went tight, his cock stirred. Anticipation coursed through him, and he couldn’t keep still.
    Tapping his fingers on the edge of the window, he tried to turn his thoughts to the upcoming show. The idea of getting on stage further energized him. Yeah, he was a thrill junkie. Always had been. And meeting Ruby was the biggest thrill he’d had in ages.
    Ruby had just said good-bye to the last guest when Meg yanked her by the arm and pushed her into the women’s restroom. Releasing her, Meg nailed her with a wide-eyed gaze. “Did you make out with Mark St. Crow on the patio?”
    Clutching the countertop, Ruby dropped