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becoming blush spread from her cheeks down her neck. How long they stood there he was uncertain because he was just as entranced with her appearance. She wore low-slung jeans with what appeared to be heeled boots, and a deep, V-necked sweater in what could only be the softest cashmere. The sweater was a dark emerald green, which contrasted perfectly with her eyes. She wore her hair down. The thick, sable-brown strands were always SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE
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    twisted into a knot at the office. Seeing the soft tresses now fall gently down her back to just below her shoulder blades was arresting.
    He cleared his throat. “Hi… Come on in.”
    “Thanks. I know I’m a few minutes late. I hope it didn’t complicate things.”
    “Not at all. I only got home a little bit ago. I stopped off at the grocery to stock up on food for the weekend and was just getting out of the shower when I heard you pull in.”
    She stepped inside then reached up to run her fingers through his still damp strands while simultaneously giving him a soft kiss. It was the first time she had initiated contact, and he accepted her soft lips with pleasure. Putting his hands on her waist, he held her closer and angled his head to deepen the caress. A soft groan escaped his throat at how well they fit together. Having been a large man his whole life, he’d often felt the need to restrain himself around women, but Erica was only slightly shorter than him in her high heels. While she outwardly appeared delicate, the curves of her body perfectly contoured to his. Reluctantly, he backed away and leaned his forehead against hers.
    “We should go if we want to get to the cabin before too late. Let me get my boots and grab my bag. You’re welcome to make yourself at home.” With another soft nip against her lips, he turned and ran up the stairs.

    The front door of Mark’s home opened directly into a large open living room. She glimpsed the kitchen through a wide archway directly in front of her. A set of stairs leading to the second floor lined the wall to her right. Absorbing the atmosphere of Mark’s home, she noticed that the wall colours were mostly neutral but were combined with strong deep hues in the furniture. There was a full-sized, overstuffed leather couch in front of a large flat-panel television. She pictured him watching a game there on the weekends. Walking a little closer, she spied his DVD collection and was curious enough to investigate. She’d always thought one could tell a lot about a person by the movies they collected. He had an impressive collection of drama, action/suspense, and comedies. She smiled when she noticed some old-fashioned flicks, as well. He had Gene Kelly and Humphrey Bogart sitting next to Clint Eastwood, Paul Newman and Steve McQueen. Meandering further into the house, she found a gourmet kitchen, decked out in granite countertops and professional-quality, stainless-steel appliances. What was truly mesmerising, though, was that most of the back side of the house SHIELD’S SUBMISSIVE
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    was made of large windows. There were no buildings behind his house, and he had an incredible view of the mountains. It felt like the outdoors had come inside.
    Feeling Mark’s presence behind her, she looked over her shoulder. “This is quite a setup you have here. The windows are amazing.”
    “I like to cook, so I spend a lot of time in here. You run or swim for relaxation. I prefer preparing and cooking delicious meals.”
    Erica turned around, put her arms around his waist and smiled. “Be very careful about saying such things to a woman. She might anticipate years of catering and refuse to let you go peacefully.”
    He reached up and brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. “What if I don’t want her to let me go?”
    She’d been prepared for Mark’s usual intensity but was unsure how to process this apparent softer side of his personality. So she looked at him but didn’t comment on his surprising