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condom in place and pulled out. My first
instinct was to clamp my legs closed and look away.
    Yes, that had been the most intense sex of my life. But I
was confused. I wanted to leave. Now.
    I needed to think.
    I just had kinky sex with Uncle Shane.
    “You’ll come back next weekend.” After he put his clothes
all in order, he released me.
    “I’ll…I have to check my schedule.” I wasted no time
reclaiming my clothing and getting myself zipped and buttoned back in. I had to
get out of there. I was confused, hordes of emotions washing over me. Regret.
Curiosity. Guilt. Anticipation.
    “Will you stay a little longer?” he asked, moving toward me
as I scurried for the door. He caught my wrist, stopping me. “You’re in such a
hurry all of a sudden. Are you okay?”
    “I’m fine.” I blinked at him, catching a worried look in his
eyes. “I’m fine,” I repeated. “Really. It’s just a lot to absorb all at once.”
    He cupped my cheek with my free hand. “I understand. You
call me when you’re ready.”
    “Will do.”
    He let me go.
    Out I went. I rode the elevator alone, climbed into his car
and buckled myself in while he locked up and rode the elevator down to the
parking lot. Safe in his car, I watched him as he ambled over to the vehicle.
He was such a handsome man. And his body, that body was absolutely incredible.
And to top it all off, he knew exactly how to touch me, to kiss me, to hold me.
On so many levels, we seemed to click. With the exception of one.
    “What plans do you have for next weekend?” he asked as he
steered the zoomy car out into traffic.
    “I’m not sure.”
    “I see.”
    I made an attempt at small talk as he drove me home. I really
did. But I failed. Thus, much of the drive was in silence. I let him kiss me
goodbye in the car. Thankfully, it was just a small peck. Friendly but not
overly intimate. Then I locked myself into my condo and had a good, long cry.
    * * * * *
    Three weeks later, that night with Shane still haunted me.
He’d called me a few days later and left a message. He’d told me to return his
call if I had an interest in seeing him again. I hadn’t called him back. Not
because I didn’t want to see him again. I did. But because I didn’t want to
want him so much.
    Since that night all I’d dreamed about was him and his
dungeon. I woke up every morning, body tight, blood simmering. Thoughts of him
popped into my head all day long, at the oddest moments. I’d hear a man’s voice,
and my heart would start galloping in my chest like a runaway race horse. I’d
catch the scent of a man’s cologne, and my blood would start simmering. I’d spy
a dark haired man in a crowd and my knees would turn soft.
    Shane Trant had become an obsession. There was no way I
could face him. Not yet. Not for a long time.
    So I went about my life, doing the best I could to pretend
everything was normal. I went to work. I went to the gym. I went grocery
shopping and paid my bills and tried to tell myself I was happy.
    By the time the fourth week had passed, I had almost
convinced myself that I was going to put Shane and that night behind me. I was
in Antonio’s, grabbing some vegetable lasagna to take home for a late dinner. I
heard his voice, and every nerve in my body ignited.
    “Bristol,” he said, behind me.
    I slowly swiveled, doing what I could to mentally brace
myself as I turned. Still, the sight of his handsome face made my heart jerk in
my chest. “Hello, Shane.”
    His lips were curled into a ghost of a smile. “It’s good to
see you again.”
    “Yes. How are the renovations going?” I asked, feeling
myself leaning back, away from him. A little quiver of need shot through me as
my gaze focused on his mouth. That mouth had done wicked, decadent things to
me. And I knew, if I was brave enough to ask, it could do a lot more wickeder
things to me.
    He stepped closer, allowing a customer standing behind him
to get through the crowded space. Now he was standing close