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succinctly the instructions he spoke of. She flicked open the snap on her purse and pulled her panties from inside. She tossed them to him and he snatched them out of the air with his other hand. “Apparently, I’m quite good at following instructions when I have the proper—motivation.”
    Her knees shook as he lifted the black lace to his nose and inhaled.
    “Fuck, you smell good.” He took her scent into his lungs one more time and then tucked her panties into his back pocket. “Hard limits?”
    She knew he had more of a clue than he originally let on. Taking a deep breath, she tried to concentrate. She could not afford to fuck this up so she focused, hard, on what she’d already been thinking. “No blindfold. I want to see what you’re doing.”
    “Scared?”
    She stared at him, and tossed her purse on the counter beside the T.V. “Of course. Not going to stop me, though. And not the reason for wanting to see what you’re doing.” He raised an eyebrow and she smiled. “Not the only reason.”
    His teeth made a brief appearance. “What’s the other reason?”
    “You’re hot and I want to stare at you.”
    “Oh. Well. By all means. No blindfold then. What else?” He chose that moment to release the coiled leather until he held just the buckle in his fist. It looked like a whip or a leash and she nibbled her bottom lip again.
    She tried not to shrug but it weaseled its way through her attempt to appear cool, calm and collected. “The standard stuff. No kids, no animals, no waterworks, no scat.”
    He took several steps forward until he stood in front of her. And she just thought he’d looked hot across the room.
    Fuck.
    He was a work of art.
    “Someone’s been doing their homework.” He lifted her chin until she looked into his dark eyes. They seemed to swirl as if they were a reflection of the tumultuous sea beneath the balcony.
    “Yes, I have. And I don’t want to leave the suite. I’m not doing this for anyone but you and don’t want anyone else to see us.”
    “Agreed. Everything I want is in this room. Outside it has no appeal to me.” He touched her cheek, her jaw, her throat. “Last chance, Aslan. Last chance to back out.” Moving closer, he backed her up until her butt hit the door. “Because when I lock this door—game on.”
    She swallowed. Hard. And tentatively ran her shaky hands up his sides and around to his back. “I’m not going anywhere. I started this, and I want to see where it takes us.”
    Tugging her forward a half a step, he opened the door, shifted the latch out of the way and the door closed. The metal tumbler snapped into place. The dead bolt hit home in more ways than one and a nervous giggle spilled into the space between then. Then he backed up toward the bed again, leaving her there in the entryway.
    “Safeword?”
    She smiled, despite her nerves trying to get the best of her. “Mayday.”
    His chuckle warmed her. “Very nautically appropriate.”
    “I thought so.”
    “And not something you say every day?”
    She laughed. “No.”
    “Then take off your dress, and come here. Leave the heels. I’m totally going to fuck you in those shoes.”
    Her stomach dropped and filled with butterflies.
    She took a big breath and reached behind her for the zipper hidden in the back seam. Sliding the tab down relaxed the fabric at her shoulders, her ribs, waist and then her rear.
    Having a bra on afforded her a bit of coverage as she shrugged out of the top of the dress, but it was made of the same black see-through lace as the panties now taking up residence in Zeke’s back pocket.
    He could probably see more than a hint of nipple and they were tight. Aching.
    Being turned on didn’t come close to how she felt as she slipped the rest of the dress over her backside. The lacy bra, coupled with nothing on the bottom, sans her gray heels… Take about feeling vulnerable.
    “And the bra. I want to see all of you. I need it.” The muscle in his jaw bunched again.
    She