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beginning."
    Pilar was uncomfortably reminded of the other secrets she was keeping from him. That would be a lousy way to begin a relationship. More than that, her reasons for keeping him in the dark still existed. He wouldn't want her if he knew how she'd made her living as a student. And he'd be appalled if he knew the truth about her brothers.
    She sipped at her margarita and wondered what the hell she was doing there, with him, getting him all involved when it was the last thing she should do. He didn't deserve the havoc she'd create in his life. It was selfish of her to continue, but she couldn't help it. Deuce countered all her arguments and left her arguing with herself.
    There was no denying that she wanted him, wanted him badly. It was wrong to allow him to go along thinking that everything was going to work out. She knew she'd have to break it off…if not tonight, soon. Within a week. Friday at the latest. She'd tell him the truth on Friday and then instead of wanting her, he'd push her away. That would be that.
    But tonight. Tonight was something else entirely. Her bottom fairly itched with eagerness. Their sex play had been peppered with lovely spankings while in Jamaica. The very idea that he could mete out a spanking that didn't have her panting for more was plainly ridiculous.
    He pointed out some of his family in his photos as they sipped their cocktails, but Pilar noted that he didn't talk about the one of the woman and boy. She licked the last grains of salt off the rim of her glass and gave him a coy look. "Who are these two?"
    Deuce looked at the picture she pointed to and a shutter dropped over his eyes. "That's Stacy and Eddie. Stacy is my ex-girlfriend."
    "Oh. Not wife, huh?"
    "I told you that I haven't been married, Pilar."
    She nodded, trying to look casual. It killed her not to ask about the boy, but she held back. It really was none of her business.
    Deuce took the glass out of her hand and put it down on the table nearby. "Time to deal with that behavior problem."
    "I know," she said, teasing. "I've been very naughty."
    "You have no idea."
    A delicious thrill ran through her limbs and she leaned into him, offering her face for a kiss. He didn't bend to accept her offer, though. Instead, he took her by the hand and tugged her along to his bedroom. His demeanor was subtly different, but Pilar couldn't put her finger on it. He was more stern, somehow, more…hard.
    It was a warmly-appointed room, all done in brown and teal, with burl wood furniture and a king-sized bed. The bed interested her the most. She imagined what it was going to feel like having him fill her with hard heat while he spanked her. It had been too long. It shouldn't even be happening again so she wasn't going to squander this time together.
    "Clothes on, or off?" she asked.
    "Off. Not a stitch."
    Pilar started to undress and then paused, looking up at him where he stood, tall and strong, a few feet away. "You, too."
    He shook his head. "Not this time."
    "But…"
    "Finish undressing, Pilar."
    It was all she could do not to stick her lip out with a pout. "Not even your shirt?"
    "Not even my boots."
    "Then I won't either." She stood firm, feeling a little foolish with her dress around her ankles and her bra dangling from her fingers. Naked, he was glorious, and she wasn't going to be denied that pleasure. If he thought he could just unzip and get some, he had another think coming.
    "Yes, you will, sugar, or I won't spank you."
    Biting her lip, she considered her options. If she cooperated, he'd spank her. He might also get undressed and give her the rest of what she wanted. Or, if she didn't cooperate, she'd have to eventually get dressed and go home with nothing more.
    Not much of a choice. She'd given herself 'till Friday, and having made up her mind, she was going to be very upset to be denied.
    "Alright, but I want-"
    He held up a hand. "Remember what I said, Pilar. I gave you a foundation to build your trust on, and you