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woman who was only interested in fucking him, he was beginning to have his doubts. Maybe, just maybe there was more to her than met the eye. Over the past few days he started to suspect it, but his suspicions were confirmed earlier when she began to talk about her father and her admiration and respect for his job.
    The truth was, the two had totally hit it off and he liked everything about her, especially the way she cared for and supported her family and friends. Those qualities meant a great deal to him.
    He considered his sudden epiphany longer. Yeah, he was pretty damn certain she had more going on inside than she let on.
    Lindsay ran her hands along the bench. Her words pulled him from his musings. “This is perfect, just what I was hoping for.”
    His cock throbbed as he gazed at her curvy body. There was absolutely no doubt he wanted her between the sheets, but he also wondered if there could be more between them than just physical act of sex. Damned if he didn’t want to find out.
    And he knew of one way for him to do that. By helping her test out her bondage equipment. Because he suspected then and only then would he be able to strip away her layers and get her to open up to him, physically and emotionally, and in the process find out if they’d connect on a deeper level.
    Lindsay swung her long leg to one side, stood, and began to slide the heavy bench under the window. “You think you can give me a hand with this?”
    Getting right to the heart of the matter, he ignored her question and asked one of his own. “Why a BDSM room, Lindsay?”
    “I thought it would be fun.” She hedged the real truth, he guessed.
    “You’re a strong, take-charge kind of girl, but something tells me you’re not interested in dominating a guy.”
    Task momentarily forgotten, she stood, rolled one shoulder, her voice casual. “I’m not.”
    So his suspicions were right.
    “You also don’t act like the kind of girl who’d want to give up control so easily.”
    She angled her chin in defiance, her voice full of conviction. “I don’t.”
    Brad shrugged, pushed off the doorframe and gripped the doorknob. “Exactly, so then why BDSM?” He presumed that giving up control was exactly what she wanted. He’d seen her with her friends, although only briefly, but enough to know that Lindsay always took care of everyone else, but maybe deep down she wanted to let go of that control and have someone else take the reins for a change.
    Fortunately for him, this gave him the perfect opportunity to give her what she’d always wanted, and in the process break down her defenses and find out if they were destined to be together.
    Flustered, she folded her arms. “Are you going to go all Dr. Phil on me or are you going to help me move this bench?”
    He shut the door. Lindsay’s eyes widened at the sound of the lock clicking in place. He could almost see her body stir to life. Almost hear her mind reeling with possibilities.
    “What—”
    In two long strides he closed the distance between them and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Shh.”
    He watched her throat work as she swallowed and knew, by the heated look in her eyes, her untamed passion and desires matched his. She wanted this as much as he did. No questions about it.
    He gripped her slim waist and packaged her soft body against his. Christ, she felt so incredible in his arms, he could only imagine how wonderful she’d feel trapped between his legs. Nudging her feet with his, he backed her up until the rear of her knees hit the padded table. Eyes wide, questioning, her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing.
    He tugged her T-shirt out from her tight jeans. When his fingers connected with her soft skin, his brain nearly shut down. “I’m going to give you what you want, Lindsay.”
    Her voice hitched, color bloomed high on her cheeks. “How do you know what I want?” He heard the intrigue in her voice and felt her hips push against him. It was a slight movement but