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tired?”
    Jarrett gave her a smile. “No. Just
thinking.”
    She pillowed her cheek on one bent arm and
resumed her slow touches, as if she was mapping the contours of his
face with her fingertips. “What do you do when you’re not
here?”
    He hesitated. Would she understand, or be put
off by the hazards of his job? “I’m a stuntman. Driving, mostly.
The crashes?”
    “ Truly?” She paused with her
hand on his neck. “Is it scary?”
    “ Sometimes,” he admitted.
“I’m not immortal, you know. Not entirely.”
    “ Neither am I.” If she was
bothered by the danger of his job, it didn’t show on her face.
Instead she seemed intrigued. “Do you do it because you enjoy it,
or does it pay well?”
    “ Both. You’d be surprised
how many non-humans do things like that.” Then he had to laugh at
himself. “Or maybe you wouldn’t be.”
    “ Dangerous.” She smiled and
traced her fingertip over his lips. “You like the risk. No wonder
you’re willing to push me over the edge.”
    “ You’re harmless,
sweetheart.” He drew her finger between his lips and
sucked.
    She moaned softly. “I almost broke through
the wards the first time you put your hands on me. We could burn
this place down if you put your mind to it.”
    Then he’d have to be very, very careful. He
released her finger and bent his head to her rib cage, just under
her breasts. “Keep your eyes shut.”
    “ All right.” She relaxed on
against the sheets, one knee cocked and angled in to cover her, as
if she felt modest even now.
    Delicate. The word had occurred to him
downstairs, and it fit. Every soft curve, every elegant arch of
bone beneath her pale, creamy skin. Jarrett traced his fingertips
down her thigh to her upraised knee, scratching lightly with his
nails.
    She shivered. “There’s nothing harmless about
the two of us together.”
    He acknowledged the truth of the words with a
chuckle. “Maybe not, but it’s still good.”
    “ Only good?” Her fingers
tangled in his hair, and she pulled softly. “It’s as amazing as it
is hazardous. I can’t remember if anyone has ever stripped me of
all control before. It’s something I should make a point of
repeating.”
    Jarrett had to bite back the offer to help
her, and for as long as she wanted. “You’re too passionate to stay
locked up, Phoebe.”
    “ Oh, I don’t know.” Her tone
turned teasing. “Locking me up might be the quickest way to unleash
a little passion.”
    He licked the ridge at the bottom of her rib
cage. “That’s right. You’ve never seen the showers in a room like
this.”
    She propped her herself up on her elbow and
eyed him. “What’s in the showers?”
    Instead of answering, he tilted his head
toward the head of the bed, where burnished metal rings hung from
the ornately carved headboard. How long would it take her to
understand?
    A few seconds, at least. Her gaze followed
his, and she frowned. “Not a bed...” She tilted her head. “Are
those for chains?”
    “ For chains,” he
confirmed.
    “ In the shower ?”
    His lips twitched, but he refused to give in
to the smile. “Affixed to the tile. You feeling adventurous?”
    She laughed. “You want to chain me up in the
shower? How barbaric of you.”
    “ Recall, if you will, that
you were the one to suggest both activities.”
    Phoebe rolled to her knees and crawled over
him. “I don’t think it would be as much fun if you weren’t a little
barbaric. Are you?”
    He teased her nipple with a quick pinch.
“When properly motivated? Hell, yeah.”
    “ Good.” She brushed a kiss
over his lips. “Get the chains, and any other barbaric thing you
want. I’ll meet you in the shower.”
    Short chains, the kind that would hold her
close to the wall. And he’d leave her feet unbound so he could lift
one leg over his shoulder and lick her to orgasm while water
sluiced over her skin and then turned to steam. “Anything?”
    “ Anything,” she echoed, her
teasing smile as she slipped from the