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decided to tell him the truth. “You have my body and mind in total chaos.”
    “I’d say my job here was done, but I haven’t even really gotten started yet.” He leaned forward and planted a quick, but deep, kiss on her.
    When he pulled away from her, her senses were reeling.
    With great effort, Bethany took her attention off the man and looked at his house. No, house was the wrong word for this. The building before her resembled a manor home, like the ones she’d seen featured in travel magazines on England and Scotland.
    The quartz infusing the gray stone sparkled like diamonds in the afternoon sun. A wide, long staircase leading to the front door was also made of stone in a darker shade of gray and looked as if it had been polished. More windows than she could count gleamed in the two-story structure, the glass multi-paned and in a diamond pattern. Old glass, she knew. Likely cost a fortune. But then, she’d always known that Jonathan would achieve his goals and have what he wanted, and cost be damned.
    I wonder if, even then, I recognized the Dom in him?
    The entire effect of his home was that of an eighteenth-century mansion, and she fell in love with it instantly.
    “It’s beautiful. Just tell me there won’t be a butler named Jeeves who will peer down his nose at me the moment he opens the door.”
    Jonathan laughed, the sound rich and free and happy. Now, there’s a change. The Jonathan Steele she remembered had been as rigid as his name, seldom allowing himself laughter, or play—as he’d done throughout the ride here.
    She figured that on this one afternoon, her pussy had enjoyed more attention than in her entire life before today, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.
    “No butler, I promise. I have a housekeeper who splits her time between here and my town house…but she won’t be here for the rest of this week or next. This next week, it’s just you and me.”
    “This next week …but I don’t have any things with me! I don’t have enough clothes to last more than the afternoon, let alone an entire week!”
    “You won’t need anything, sweetheart. I plan on having you naked practically all that time.” He took her hand and led her up the steps to the front door.
    The interior of the house appeared as modernly sleek as the outside had old-fashioned. The air smelled fresh and light and its coolness kissed her skin.
    The door clicked closed behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. They were alone in Jonathan’s domain. Bethany felt a sudden shift in him. He looked at her, and the heat of arousal she’d seen in his eyes at the club returned full force.
    “I’m going to have to insist you give me the rest of your clothes, Beth. Now .”
    She opened her mouth to protest then snapped it shut. She had wanted this, and she’d known darn well when she’d made her decision to contact Jordan Fitzpatrick that if she went through with her plan, she would be opening herself up to exactly this sort of situation. Besides, she’d been balanced on the fine edge of arousal for more than an hour and she wanted to get to the main event.
    She supposed she had it in the back of her mind that there would be lots of sex—in the dark of night with the lights off. I think I better get that idea right out of my head.
    One of the books she’d read in the last few months contained the nugget that when subs were alone with their masters, they were most usually naked.
    Well, duh, didn’t he just say you were going to mostly be naked for the next week?
    She looked around for someplace to put her purse, and then realized the only place to put anything at all was into Jonathan’s rather large and hopefully capable hands.
    She handed him her bag and then her shoes. It didn’t take long to remove her blouse and skirt.
    “You are absolutely gorgeous.”
    Jonathan’s praise didn’t sit comfortably on her. Because her marriage had been full of lies, not just Tim’s lies to her but, in the end, her huge lie