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could stop himself, Dan held his hand out. “We’ll go discuss it, Kari. Come.”
    Again, that appealing obedience.
    As he curled his fingers around the cold little hand, he could only think about the next time he would order her to come. With his fingers inside her and his mouth on her clit, yes, she would most surely come.

    Masters of the Shadowlands: Dark Citadel

    7
    Chapter Two

    Oh God, what was she doing?
    The man’s grasp enfolded her hand. Master Dan . She didn’t even know his last name.
    They crossed the room, heading toward a heavy wooden door. She halted abruptly.
    “Kari?”
    She looked up. Good grief, he was even bigger than Buck. Somewhere over six feet, but when you’re short, anything over six feet was hard to judge. His shoulders were beyond broad. Like the other men in the room, his gold-trimmed black leather vest had nothing under it. Well, nothing except muscles and more muscles and a sprinkling of black chest hair.
    His biceps bulged, and his forearms appeared almost as thick. The leathers he wore for pants were—wow, really tight.
    When her gaze managed to move back up to his face, he smiled, laugh lines crinkling around his eyes. Her face heated, and she knew her pale skin reddened.
    “You’re allowed to look, sweetheart,” he murmured, running a finger down her hot cheek. “I enjoy having your eyes on me.”
    His eyes were a dark, dark brown, his face tanned and hard looking until he smiled. But when he didn’t… She remembered the hard look on his face when he had grabbed Buck. She bit her lip. Go home, she told herself. Now.
    He started to push the door open.
    “No. Wait, please.” She held up her hand. “If it wouldn’t inconvenience you, might I take a minute to think?”

    8 Cherise Sinclair
    “Take all the time you need.” Crossing his arms, he leaned one shoulder against the wall, amusement in his eyes.
    Just standing here beside him wasn’t going to work. Shoot, even Madame Curie wouldn’t be able to think with that man looking at her. Kari turned her back and paced across the room.
    Stay or not? That was the basic question for tonight. So check the facts.
    If she simply went home, nothing would change. Her life would go on. She’d never know if she might have learned something that would make a difference in her sex life. Nothing else had. How many relationships had failed due to her lack of interest in sex? She’d thought her basic personality or body created the problem. But the excitement she felt hearing about domination—heck, just the word itself—had been amazing. A revelation in a way.
    She could definitely get aroused.
    But this BDSM stuff appeared very, very strange. Kinky. And she wasn’t a kinky person in the least. Shoot, the school nuns had used her as an example of model behavior. “ Why can’t you be more like Kari? She’s polite. She follows the rules .”
    Well, following the rules in the bedroom wasn’t working too well for her, now was it?
    She reached the end of the room and turned around. Master Dan hadn’t moved, his patience apparently inexhaustible. Nonetheless, she needed to figure this out, pros and cons, and reach a decision.
    In the Go Home column: First, she didn’t know nearly enough about this stuff. She scowled as she paced back. Her home computer had died last month—stupid technology—and she couldn’t afford to replace it yet. She sure couldn’t research BDSM
    on the school computer. So she only knew the tidbits Buck had doled out. Her mouth tightened. She hated being ignorant.
    Second: She didn’t know this man at all. How dangerous was that? She could just imagine, all her friends and family mourning around her grave. The tombstone would read Kari Wagner, Died of Sheer Stupidity .
    In the Stay Here column: It would be almost as bad to have her grave marker read Died of Terminal Bedroom Boredom . Unmarried and childless. There was a darned good reason she wanted to try this stuff, after all.
    As for knowing the man?