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teased, cracking two eggs into a pan.
    “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Her sex had reacted quickly to his words.
    “Yep,” he said, turning to her. His eyes let her know just how much. “But I’m guessing I wouldn’t have to hold you down too hard,” he threw back at her.
    She turned bright red and for once, didn’t have a comeback.
    “How do you like your eggs?”
    “Sunny side up. And the white should be crispy.”
    “Yes, Ma’am,” he said, sipping his beer.
    “Nice house.” She looked around the ultra-modern kitchen. “Isn’t there a wife or girlfriend to keep it for you?” she asked.
    “Fishing?” he asked.
    “You wish,” she threw back.
    “Louisa takes care of the house,” he said.
    So Louisa, was it. Emma already hated the name.
    “She’s my fifty-six-year-old housekeeper/cook/second mom. Otherwise, I don’t do relationships.”
    “Oh.”
    “Your hair looks better this way. Natural.”
    “Thanks,” she said, embarrassed by the compliment.
    “Tell me about Damien. What the hell attracts someone like you to a boy like him?”
    “He’s not a boy,” she defended, although in comparison to Luke, he was a toddler. “In actual age, that is.”
    “Please,” he said. “I want to know if you were looking for a Dominant, how does he appeal?” he continued, serving their eggs and passing her a plate.
    “I don’t know. I…he was the first person I met who wasn’t totally…vanilla. It’s not like I’ve had a ton of experience in this field, not like you, I imagine.”
    “That’s a good thing. Eat before your eggs get cold.”
    She took a bite and a big sip of beer. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”
    “What was that?”
    Oh, he knew perfectly well, but he was going to make her say it, wasn’t he? Fine, she could do that. “That you would teach me?” Heat flushed her neck and cheeks. Maybe she wasn’t so brave after all.
    He smiled. “I quite like it when you’re embarrassed,” he said.
    She waited.
    His face grew more serious. “You’re Nate’s little sister, Emma,” he said. “And you’re a kid.”
    “I’ll just find someone else if you don’t do it. And besides, I’m not a kid anymore,” she said, adding, “Sir.”
    “Nate would kill me.”
    “I wouldn’t tell him. We hardly talk anymore.”
    “Why not?”
    She shook her head and moved the last of her eggs around the plate. “I’ll bore you with details another time.” She wasn’t interested in continuing that particular conversation.
    “We’ll revisit later then,” he said, his eyes scanning her face, reading her, as if trying to understand the meaning behind the words. “Are you sure you know what you’re asking?” he asked, coming around to her side of the counter and taking her hands, raising her to her feet. He stood close, towering over her slight frame with his 6’2”. His body was lean, mean, and hard. “Are you sure you want to deliver yourself into my hands, Emma?” he asked, his hand caressing her arm as he moved even closer. “You aren’t afraid of me?” he asked, his voice quieter.
    She nodded, but her answer was a quiet “no.”
    He waited.
    “No, Sir. I’m not afraid of you.”
    But her body shivered when he lifted her hair off her shoulder and brought his mouth first to brush against her neck, then to whisper in her ear. “You say you’re not afraid of me, but your body is telling me something very different. I won’t go easy on you, you realize that?”
    “Who said I wanted you to?” She tried to sound brave, but her voice broke in anticipation of submitting to him.
    “Quite the courageous little girl,” he said, taking her earlobe between his lips.
    She closed her eyes, holding her breath as her fingertips touched his chest.
    “Let’s see how brave you’ll be when I take you over my knee the first time,” he said; this time his mouth found hers. Her body shuddered and she opened to him while he kissed her lips. Although his tongue never