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know he should feel free to check.
    “It would take nothing for me to lift you onto the table and have my way with you.” He whispered in my ear, “I’ve never had you on the dining room table.”
    “That’s a travesty, Master. We should fix it.”
    He ran his tongue along my earlobe and I shivered at the sensation. “That we should, my lovely. And we will. But not tonight.”
    I gave a half whine.
Why? Why when I wanted him so badly?
    “
I know what you’re thinking,” he said.
    Of course he did; at times it was as if I’d married a fucking mind reader.
    “Your poker face is nonexistent,” he continued. “And trust me, I want it as badly as you do. But I’m going to make us both wait for it. It’ll make it so much better.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Or, at least, that’s what I recall you saying about why we shouldn’t have sex the month before our wedding.”
    Damn his perfect memory. “Yes, Master. I remember. I also remember we both decided that going that long without sex wasn’t the best idea I ever had.”
    “Then we’ll both sleep easy tonight knowing we won’t have to wait an entire month this time.”
    Much to my surprise, I did sleep well that night. It was difficult to explain, but I often felt closer to him when I wore his collar. True to his word, we didn’t have sex at all. When I climbed into bed after him and he pulled me to him, I almost begged. Instead, I gave a sigh of contentment and focused on the feeling of his arms around me.
    Protected.
    Secure.
    If I felt closer to him at times while in his collar, I also felt more protected. Not to say I didn’t feel that way during the week, but there was something about being in his collar. Branded as his and his alone, I knew he would go through hell and back to keep me safe.
    He turned his head and kissed my hair.
    I lifted my face. “Kiss me, Master.”
    I knew from experience he would never deny me at least that much. He didn’t disappoint, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine in a slow and sensual kiss that curled my toes.
    I couldn’t wait for the next day.

Chapter Three
    T he doorbell rang the following morning while I was in the bedroom getting ready. I’d served Nathaniel breakfast in the dining room, but unlike the previous night, he asked me to join him. With one last look in the mirror, I made my way into the hallway.
    I ran into Nathaniel as he was heading down the stairs. When he saw me, he stopped.
    “Lift the sweater.”
    I dropped my eyes and lifted the hem of the sweater, allowing him just a glimpse of the lacy black corset underneath.
    “Very nice,” he said, dragging a finger along the material over my belly. His voice and touch nearly left me in a puddle of desire. “Though I can’t wait to see you completely naked.”
    “I feel the same, Master.”
    He cupped the back of my neck, drawing me closer and running his fingers along the hair at the nape of my neck. “Feeling better today, my lovely?”
    I lifted my head and met his eyes. They were dark with a desire that I felt all the way to my toes. “Yes, Master. Much.”
    “Good.” He brushed his lips gently to mine and then took my hand as we made our way to the door.
    Simon and Lynne stood on our porch. His left arm was around her shoulders and it took only a quick glance at her to see why. She looked like she’d jump out of her skin if anyone looked at her wrong.
    “Simon,” Nathaniel said. “Welcome to our home.”
    “Thank you,” the lanky man with sandy-colored hair said. “This is Lynne.”
    “Nice to meet you,” he said and her eyes grew big, almost as if she expected him to whip out a flogger and handcuffs right there on the front porch. He lowered his voice and nudged me forward. “This is my wife, Abby.”
    Being introduced to me seemed to relax her only a tiny bit. Her eyes were still wary and her muscles tense. Though in fairness, I no longer thought she’d take off running back to the car.
    “Abby,” Nathaniel said,