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she realized that neither driver was going to stop.
    “Guy, look out!” she screamed and curled up in her seat, eyes closed, knowing they were about to crash at any second.
    She felt the car gradually come to a standstill and opened her eyes, unfolding her body as Guy switched off the engine. Turning toward him, she took in his calm expression, the small smile on his face, and his chocolate brown eyes alight with humor.
    “Gina, English country roads tend to be narrow. We local drivers are very used to them.” He cupped his hand on her cheek. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
    “Th…this is a two-way street?” she asked, her voice wobbling.
    “Certainly is,” he chuckled. “Welcome to the English countryside.” His expression became serious as he took in her shaking hands. “Come here,” he said in a firm voice.
    Gina found herself moving toward his body and instantly began to calm down as two strong, muscular arms wound around her, holding her in a comforting hug.
    “Good girl,” he murmured.
    Guy held her for a long minute, gently stroking her back, soothing her, until she felt under control again. His closeness, as well as calming her, also seemed to be causing her body to feel sensations she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. Her breasts were tight against his chest, and her nipples hardened, sending a direct message to her pussy, which began to throb as he held her against his hard, muscular frame.
    She started to pull away in embarrassment, but his grip tightened, and she realized that he was only going to let her go when he was good and ready.
    Eventually, he released her and settled her back on the passenger seat. He ran a finger down her cheek and under her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. “You are very cute when you blush like that,” he said.
    It was like he knew exactly what she had been thinking.
    “Thank you,” she whispered, not knowing what else to say.
    His hand released her chin, and he started the car.
    They drove in silence, Gina deep in thought. His actions, back there, had been obviously dominant—it had been an order, not a request, when he had told her to “come here.” He had calmed her quickly and efficiently. In fact, it was the best aftercare she’d ever had. Not that she had experienced too much of that during her disastrous attempt at a BDSM relationship.
    She had to assume he actually was a Dominant, even though he hadn’t seemed serious when he had commented on changing their plans to incorporate her need to try his spanking bench. Oh my God—what if he had been serious? What if this discussion that was to come later meant that he intended to find out if she actually was a submissive? She had no idea how to read British men. He could have meant every word.
    She would be way too embarrassed to confess her true feelings and needs to him. They had known each other less than a day. But she trusted him, and that came as a surprise. Maybe this was just what she needed: a fling with a gorgeous British Dominant, thousands of miles from her hum-drum life back home and a chance to find out if she really was a submissive at heart. Her mind was immediately bombarded with images of Guy standing over her, with her naked and restrained over his spanking bench. She could imagine him paddling her ass and then taking her forcefully from behind, his cock slamming into her, harder and harder, until she came, crying out, over and over.
    Oh my God. What the hell was the matter with her? She hardly knew him.
    She kept her head turned firmly toward the window as another warm blush rose up her neck and face.
    “Gina?”
    Oh great, now she would have to turn, and he would want to know what she was blushing about this time. Why couldn’t she be one of those women who were never fazed by anything?
    Plastering a smile on her hot face, she turned to him.
    “Are you okay? You’ve gone very quiet,” Guy commented.
    “I’m fine, really. Is it far now?” Gina asked.
    “It’s about half