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was about to put her in his bed.
    Real genius idea that was.
    Tristy was already half asleep by the time he laid her down.
She was flushed and so totally sweet and sexy looking. She barely stirred as he
took off her skirt and put her under the covers.
    The hell of it was, she was such a terrific girl—funny,
smart, no drama, total relationship material.
    If not for the one little thing between them. Grant couldn’t
be with a woman without a D/s component. He might lust after Tristy and
fantasize over her, both of which he had done a hundred times over, but he
could never be with her in real life.
    And yet he just had been.
    Consider it an anomaly. Something never to be repeated.
    Grant considered putting her in one of his old T-shirts but
he decided against it for fear of waking her up. Best to let her be. Let her
sleep off the sex.
    And in the morning everything would look clear.
    Or so he hoped.
    He debated leaving her there and going to the couch himself.
In the end he stayed with her though he kept well over to his side of the bed,
making sure not to risk touching her.
    Because if he did there was no telling what might happen
next.
    * * * * *
    Tristy had not meant to fall asleep. When she awoke again it
was dark, pitch black with only a sliver of light coming through the curtains
to illuminate the room.
    It was silvery and terribly romantic.
    For a minute she thought she was alone and then she heard
him breathing—the strong masculine sounds beside her.
    Her heart raced and her breathing went shallow. So she had
made it to his bed after all. Turning over softly so as not to wake him, Tristy
appraised the situation.
    Grant was on his side facing away from her. His back was
bare. The sheet had gathered at his solid, narrow waist, emphasizing even more
the god-like dimensions of his body—powerful thighs outlined under the white
silk, an arm casually tossed behind him. The man was a vision of male
perfection.
    And a short while ago he had made love to her.
    With any luck it would happen again. Soon.
    She was tempted to reach right out and touch him but she had
to plan it right. If he woke too soon it would be game over. She had to string
him along, seduce him in his sleep.
    Slowly, quietly she inched over. Conveniently he had left
her naked. Her nipples peaked in anticipation of contact. She could feel the
heat between her thighs.
    This time would be so much better. If it was possible to
improve on what had already felt so damn good. The best sex of her life. Who
could blame her for wanting more? Least of all the man who’d given it to her.
    Lightly, delicately, she leaned across and kissed his
shoulder blade. He barely stirred as he made a low sound, like the masculine
version of a sigh.
    Was he dreaming?
    It had better be about her.
    Tristy bit her lower lip. Feeling bolder she trailed her
fingertips down his arm. He made more noises and stirred.
    That was when she made her move, kissing his back and
pressing her breasts against him. With one hand at his waist she lifted herself
to whisper in his ear.
    She told him what she would like to do to him and what she
would like him to do to her. Tris moved her hand forward, wanting to reach his
cock. Her fingers itched. She knew he was already aroused, she just needed the
evidence.
    Grant moved so fast she never saw him coming.
    Before she could think of drawing another breath he had her
pinned on her back, her wrists over her head.
    He regarded her, eye brow raised.
    “Tristy, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”
    Tristy gave him her best gotta-love-me-because-I’m-so-cute
smile. “Would you believe I was looking for a contact lens?”
    “You don’t wear contacts.”
    “Oh yeah, I forgot.”
    Honestly, he looked adorable trying to be so stern. She
could just kiss him to death.
    “I knew this was a mistake, letting you stay.”
    “Oh come on, Grant. I promise I’ll be good. Pretty please?”
    “You can’t help yourself and you know it, Tris.”
    “Okay