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“You’ve never let me into your house before. I want to discover everything I can.”
    He was always asking her questions, but if she didn’t answer, he hadn’t seemed to care. She’d liked it that way. “It’s just that I’m a very private person.”
    He closed the brief space between them, coming chest to chest, and it was all she could do not to back up. He might have been only a couple of inches taller, yet right now she felt as if he were a giant above her.
    “I’ve fucked you, licked you, spanked you,” he murmured softly as he if were whispering love words. “I’ve tied you up, blindfolded you, and forced you to take my cock and my come down your throat. I think that strips away any privacy between us, don’t you?”
    His censure made her tremble inside.
    He tugged the Lycra shirt down until her nipples popped free. “We have a new rule from now on.” He stroked the beads into hard nubs. “When I ask, you will answer.” He stared at her hard. “And you will tell me the truth.” With her nipples between thumb and forefinger of each hand, he pinched, and sensation streaked down between her legs. “Right?”
    She gasped, her knees weak. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Master.” She’d always chosen to call him Master, but he’d never insisted. He’d played her games of dominance and submission, but they were always her games.
    Suddenly everything was different. He’d turned the tables on her. And God help her, she was going to love it.
     
     
    “SHOW ME THE UPSTAIRS.” AS SHE’D STARED AT HIM WIDE-EYED and spellbound, Luke had gone through every cupboard in her kitchen, asked her favorite meals, her favorite foods. He’d finished the glass of wine and felt the mellowness of it in his knees. Now he wanted her, to fuck her, to hold her, to do anything he wanted.
    She was an enigma, and the needlepoint and cooking had taken him totally off guard, as did the number of plants. He’d never seen her as domestic; she was too sexual for that, though for the life of him he couldn’t say why the two should be mutually exclusive. He decided that the next time, she would cook for him. Yet he still hadn’t learned enough about her. There were more mysteries to uncover.
    He followed the siren sway of her slender hips up the stairs. There were two bedrooms, one large, one small. He was surprised to see a sewing machine in the guest bedroom which, as evidenced by the bookcases, desk, and computer, she used as a home office. He wanted to get into her computer. What would he learn there?
    “Your room,” he said, pushing her ahead of him. A pale blue comforter covered the bed, pillows in shams piled at the head of it. A bureau stood beneath the curtained window and a tallboy on the other wall. On the opposite side of the bed lay the mirrored closet doors.
    He could watch everything he did to her in those mirrors.
    “I was expecting stuffed animals on the bed.” To go with the needlepoints of kittens and puppies on the walls.
    She laughed. It was the first time she’d laughed all evening. She didn’t like being invaded, and to her, he’d invaded her space with every cupboard and closet door he’d opened.
    “They’re all on the top of the bookcase in the spare bedroom,” she told him.
    He padded down the short hall, past the bathroom in the middle, and entered the other bedroom again. Sure enough, cats, bunnies, teddy bears, fish, and puppies covered the top of the bookcase with bright colors and soft fur. The book titles ranged from horror to mystery to romance to classics. But what did it all tell him about her?
    Not much except that she was real. With hobbies and reading tastes and a softer side that she’d never shown him.
    She’d actually been nothing more than a sex object to him, everything between them based solely on sex. She came to his house; they did nasty things; she went home. She never stayed the night. Occasionally he’d taken her out for a meal, but mostly to show her off