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Then he'd dressed her, taken her home.
    Every moment, every gesture, had been gentle, caring.
    He was just doing his job.
    Yes, of course. It was that irrational, girlish part of her that thought she'd read something more there. A part 32
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    of her she'd closed off a long time ago.
    It seemed Adam Dunne was loosening the tight hold
    she'd always kept over her emotions. Opening her up.
    Breaking her open. He frankly scared the hell out of her.
    But she would go back to him next Friday night.
    She wouldn't miss it for all the world.

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Chapter Four

    She rode the same route in the cab to Adam's house
    she had the week before, but she felt completely
    different. This time she had some idea of what might
    happen there. She knew the scent of him, the feel of his hands on her skin. She was soaking wet by the time she
    reached his door.
    He'd made her wait the week, to give her time to
    think. To figure out if this was working for her. To be certain that this was what she truly wanted.
    She'd never wanted anything so much in her life.
    The week had been pure torture. Adam had called
    her a couple of times. Friendly conversations, about
    work, the usual things people talked about who were
    getting to know one another. She'd found out what a
    huge art fan he was, that he played hockey on the
    weekends. Such normal activities for such an unusual
    man.
    When she got to his house and he answered his door,
    he was just as absurdly handsome as he'd been before.
    He seemed more deliciously imposing tonight as he
    smiled wickedly, turned and led her into the dining room this time. He was dressed all in black. The color of sin.
    The lighting in the house was dim, but she could still
    see the carved legs of the antique dining table. All of the chairs had been pulled away to ring the edge of the
    room. No artwork, just enormous, ornately framed
    mirrors on every wall. On a heavy, antique sideboard,
    tall silver candelabras held ivory tapers, the flames

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    making their shadows dance.
    He turned to her. "Take your clothes off, Skye. And get on the table."
    He reached out and slid his hand around the back of
    her neck, heating her skin up instantly. Her body filled with the aching need to please him. She began to remove her clothing, her hands shaking. Her mind emptied out,
    allowing her to let go. With the last shred of reason, she realized it was Adam's mere presence that was doing this to her head.
    Soon she was naked, and he smiled down at her, his
    smoky blue eyes glittering. He moved in closer, until she could feel the heat emanating from him. The faint, male scent of him was making her dizzy. She closed her eyes.
    "Get up on the table now, Skye. Come, I'll help you."
    He took her hand, steadied her while she climbed
    onto the cool, wood surface.
    "Lie on your back," he told her, pushing her down just enough for her to understand completely that he was in control.
    The table was hard and silky at the same time. And
    she felt as naked as she ever had in her life. Naked and strangely beautiful. Even more so when Adam began to
    run his hands over her body: her stomach, her thighs, her arms. They finally closed around her wrists, locking them into a pair of padded leather cuffs.
    She gasped.
    "It's all right, Skye. Trust me. The binding will only free you more."
    By the time he'd cuffed both wrists and ankles, her
    heart was racing. But the vee between her thighs was
    soaked and pulsing with need. She pulled on the cuffs,
    testing them. He must have cuffed her to the table legs somehow. She couldn't move, her arms and legs spread
    wide. She loved it.
    He stood over her, stroking her skin again, his touch

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    lighting tiny fires of desire all over her. When he took her nipples between his fingers and rolled them, she
    sighed with pleasure. When he pinched them hard, she
    moaned in pain. But it all felt good. He kept at it,
    tugging, pinching. Sensation shot