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through the P section for Paulson. Seven. There were seven Paulson listed.
    “Are you my father?” she whispered.
    “What?”
    “Well, Gareth, doesn’t it stand to reason that if we aren’t actually brother and sister. If that’s true. That the man mom was married to before was my dad. Or your dad? Someone’s dad.”
    “I have his eyes,” he said softly.
    “Pardon?”
    Gareth wiped his hands on a red striped dish towel. “I have dad’s eyes. Same color, same shape, same light sensitivity.” He forced a laugh.
    “So that means mom would be my mom and dad your dad. Which means Kurt Paulson could be my dad. My real dad.” She ran a hand through her long bangs, ruffling them and then smoothing them repeatedly. “If you’re right.”
    “If I’m right,” he echoed.
    The buzzer sounded and Gareth ducked into the kitchen to grab their lunch.
     
     

Chapter Seven
    She didn’t really want to eat. The whole scenario from their hike kept crowding her thoughts. It was all he could think of. That kiss. That orgasm. Her brother getting her off. And now… Kurt Paulson.
    The pizza she’d requested, that she’d salivated over, tasted like paper and soggy tomatoes in her mouth. She ate half and couldn’t eat any more.
    “You upset?” Gareth was watching her carefully.
    “About what?”
    “About any of it. The certificate,” he nodded to the paper. “Or…us.”
    “Not upset. Overwhelmed.”
    He nodded to her. “Understandable, Jojo.”
    “What’s it like?” she blurted.
    “What’s what like?” he swigged his iced tea and studied her.
    His gaze on her was like a touch. Her nipples pebbled and her stomach felt nervous and buzzy. Her pussy grew soft and wet and a steady pulse took up residence in her entire body. From head to toe the thrum of lust filled her.
    She considered him, wondering if she should just tell him never mind. If she should just push it all aside. But the image of him bound to the bed and Isabel naked and angry and all of it rushed back and she blurted, “The games you play. The pain and…stuff.”
    He cocked an eyebrow at her. Clearly this is not what Gareth had expected of her. “You want to know?”
    “Maybe.” Her mouth was dry and her throat felt tight.
    “You’d have to listen. Whatever I say. Whatever I want.”
    “And you?”
    “And I reward you for it if you do…and punish you for it if you don’t.”
    A small rush of fluid escaped her and she shifted in the hard dining room chair. “Really?”
    “Really.”
    “You’d hurt me?”
    “Enough,” Gareth said, popping the final bite of the bagel in his mouth.
    “What do you mean enough?”
    “Enough that you’d want more. Enough that you’d crave it.”
    Jordan placed her hands flat on the table and pressed down to steady herself. “Will you teach me?”
    “Will you learn?”
    She nodded.
    “It would mean more stuff like earlier. I don’t know how long it will take us to figure out…this.” He waved a finger over the paperwork on the table. “And we might end up being wrong about our suspicions.”
    “I know.” It was hard to force the words out but she managed. Barely.
    “So that means at some point, you’d be fucking your brother.”
    A tremor shook her chest and worked down into her belly. Jordan struggled to find air. She tried to steady her galloping pulse and failed. “I know,” she breathed.
    “Fucking. Your. Brother.” His eyes were sharp and bright in the soft light of the dining room. The day outside was still gray and dreary.
    “I know.”
    “If we’re wrong…and this… more between us is just some glitch in us, then how are you going to feel?”
    “I don’t know.” Best to be honest. She was always honest with Gareth, but it was a relief—like a huge weight falling free of her—to be honest about this particular topic. It had been locked up inside of her, gnawing away at her soul, for way too long.
    “But you want to go forward?”
    “I do.”
    “I will fuck you, Jordan. At