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room, with a granite vanity and rough marble tiles on the floor set in an intricate design. A large mirror covered most of one wall but Amber studiously avoided it. Despite what Rio had said, Dennis’s critical comments were still too fresh in her mind.
    The shower had multiple heads that sprayed softly from all directions. The shower gel had a pleasant citrus scent, so she applied it liberally over her body, taking her time. Closing her eyes and pretending it was Rio’s hands massaging the lather into her skin instead of her own. That his mouth was on her the way it had been the night before. That his thick, hard cock was filling her again and again.
    She was good at imagining. When her sex life with Dennis had gone from acceptable straight to hell, the sex she’d enjoyed the most had been in her mind. She’d even downloaded some erotic romances to her e-reader, thinking maybe she could learn some things. But all she’d learned was that there were a lot of things she wanted to try, only definitely not with Dennis.
    She dried off and wrapped the towel around herself, tucking one end in to hold it in place, and went in search of her clothes. Apparently Rio had picked them up from where he’d tossed them the night before and placed them, neatly folded, on an upholstered chair. But she was reluctant to put them on at the moment, unwilling to break the spell of the previous night, which still wrapped itself around her.
    Maybe he won’t mind if I throw on one of his T-shirts. All men have a drawer full of T-shirts. Even a prig like Dennis had one.
    She opened one of the drawers in the massive carved dresser—and jumped back as if a snake had suddenly stuck its head out. Instead of piles of clean T-shirts the drawer held an assortment of toys that reading had taught her were an integral part of BDSM play. BDSM? Was Rio into that?
    Holy shit!
    Amber had read a lot of books where BDSM was a fundamental part of the story. She’d often wondered, as she pleasured herself in her bedroom, what it would be like to be a sexual submissive, even just for play. Would she enjoy the pain? The domination? The idea had played around in the back of her mind but she’d never really given it any deep thought. Or imagined that she’d meet a man who was into that kind of sex.
    The one thing every book she’d read had made clear was that a deep level of trust was required for a successful BDSM relationship. Stronger than in any other situation, even if it was only for one night. And Amber didn’t know if she had it in her anymore to trust someone that way.
    She was still standing there, staring into the drawer, when a hand lightly touched her shoulder. She jerked so sharply the towel nearly came undone.
    “Exploring, cariña?” An amused smile played on Rio’s lips.
    “I was just, um, looking for a T-shirt to put on while we ate breakfast.” She backed away from the drawer as if it had suddenly caught fire.
    “It’s all right.” He bent his head to nip an earlobe, then softly licked the side of her neck. “I didn’t know you even had an interest in this type of play.”
    Shivers skimmed the length of her spine. “I don’t. I mean, I did— That is…” She covered her face with her hands. Could she possibly sound any stupider?
    “No worries.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Something to discuss another time.” He reached into another drawer and pulled out a neatly folded navy T-shirt and handed it to her. Then he put his mouth close to her ear. “But it would be my great pleasure to teach you all about it, Amber. I think you would be a magnificent sub. Very trainable.”
    “H-how do you know that?” she stammered, clutching the T-shirt.
    “Because despite the things that have you so tied up in knots, last night you gave yourself openly and freely and let the pleasure take you. I can give you even more, a little at a time, and take you to places you never thought you would go.”
    She stared at him, puzzled. “But