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of silver in his hair and laugh lines around those smoky gray eyes, he was definitely a man, nothing like the boyish types that seemed to be everywhere. And he had those lean, rippling muscles…um-hmmm.
    But what really attracted her was his air of sheer competence, like whatever he did, he’d do better than anyone else. She sighed, shook her head. Duh, Jessica. A guy’s nice to you, and there you go, getting all enthused.
    But to her slender mother’s disgust, she’d never had the trim, perky body that men liked, and Master Z would know that since he’d seen her in all her naked glory. Considering his appearance, he could have any woman in this place. Hell, any place. Yeah, she would just avoid him and not make an even bigger fool of herself.

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    Cherise Sinclair
    Turning on the bar stool, she checked out the room. A bondage club. Now this presented her with an adventure she’d never imagined. Nothing like this existed in the tiny town where she’d grown up. And in Tampa, she’d never ventured to try anything so exotic.
    Shoot, her idea of adventurous was volunteering at the animal shelter.
    She grinned. While here, she might as well widen her knowledge base. Aunt Eunice would be delighted, and her mother would be horrified.
    But nothing thrilled her more than learning something new. Where to start?
    The people dancing appeared to be having fun, although she’d never been at ease on a dance floor, at least not sober. Give her a business or social occasion, and she felt right at home. Make it a man-woman interaction, and she tensed up like a businessman being audited.
    As she watched, her eyes widened. Some of the gyrating out there would have the participants arrested anywhere else. One young man with a serious hard-on whirled the woman into his arms and then pressed so close that only the fabric between them prevented insertion.
    She took another sip of her drink and realized the dancers were just too provocative for comfort. Like that one couple. The man moved his woman where he wanted her. He touched her when he wanted, even put her hands on him…there.
    With an effort, Jessica dragged her gaze away, tried to watch the other couples on the floor. And focused on a big man in skintight rubber jeans that bulged with a thick erection.
    He pulled his bikini-clad woman to him, tangled his hands in her hair and tipped her head back to take her lips. He kissed her slowly. Thoroughly.
    Jessica blinked, realized she was pressing her thighs together. Whoa, time to stop watching the live action. Here she’d thought she could call herself fairly experienced. Sure, she was small-town raised, but she’d lived in Tampa long enough to have had several lovers.

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    Not that she was all that good at the sex stuff. Really, making love was rather overrated, at least for her.
    She grimaced, remembering the last time and how she just couldn’t stop thinking about everything and anything. Did he think she was fat? Would he see how her stomach pouched out? Should she move her hips faster? Would he like his balls touched or not? Sex was just too stressful.
    After finishing her coffee, she glanced back at the dance floor. Heck, that woman out there looked like she was getting more from one kiss than Jessica had ever gotten from the whole insert-dick-move-around shebang. And now, the man had his hand on the woman’s bared breast, was actually toying with her nipple. When his fingers tightened in what looked like a painful pinch, the woman’s knees sagged.
    Damn, but just watching was getting Jessica overheated. Her own nipples burned.
    Furtively, she glanced down. No bra. Her nipples poked out like someone had glued pencil erasers to her chest. Turning back to the bar, she crossed her arms over the traitorous flesh and willed them to go down.
    The bartender looked at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes. He lifted his thick eyebrows at her cup.
    She shook her head. No more alcohol, and she was definitely warm