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disguised so much about his physique.
    Her nipples peaked under her blouse, again, and this time his heated gaze lay on her chest. Her breathing quickened. Maybe he did want to seduce her. Why he’d consider an ordinary woman like her, even for a quick affair, she had no idea. Perhaps it was time she explored her options. Her co-workers seemed to have a new guy in their beds every month. Maybe she should join the twenty-first century and enjoy herself. For once.
    Her mother’s stern face imposed itself in her imagination, but she shoved her back and said the flirtiest thing she could think of—a line from a movie she’d seen the week before. “My eyes are up here.”
    His attention shifted to her face, and his jaw dropped. She questioned her daring. He quirked an eyebrow. For a long moment she waited, afraid he’d leave and never come back.
    And she didn’t want that. Not just because with his help she’d have half as many trips up the stairs with her belongings. No, because her world warmed with him in it. Dreams she’d never dared entertain while awake flooded her thoughts.
    He cupped her chin and drew nearer. “And lovely brown eyes they are.”
    Anna held her breath while he dropped a kiss on each eyelid and her nose.
    “I didn’t mean to offend you.” He stepped back and left her unsteady on her feet. “You were right to call me on it. Let’s get your things put away then I can order pizza here or, since I don’t see a dining room table anywhere, maybe have it delivered to my house.”
    Holy shit! His place.
     
    Anna’s response left him out of his element. She trembled under his touch in a way none of the experienced subs, drunk on endorphins, ever did. So sweet . What would she do if he tumbled her to the rug and unbuttoned that prim white blouse, unhooked her bra…bared her breasts? Would she moan when he worked her nipple with his fingers, sucked it between his lips?
    He’d shock her.
    “Give me your keys and I’ll go get some of your things.” He took the key chain from her limp fingers and headed outside, anxious to get space between them. Anna was not a bit of fluff for one night. She was his dream girl. A picture popped into his mind: Anna, with her pert, heart-shaped face, dwelling in his home, sitting at the dinner table, caring for a baby.
    Eyes on the prize. He could get a woman in his bed any day. Anna was a keeper.
    And while he’d have to share his history, first he needed to court her. Wine and dine her. Bring her flowers. Seduce her. Romantically. Without the whips and floggers and other implements he usually employed as signs of his affection. A perfect woman like Anna only came along once in a lifetime.
    He filled his arms with her belongings and toiled up and down the steps, over and over. After the second trip, he insisted she stay inside and start putting things away. After the fifth, he paused outside on the landing, the sweat dripping into his eyes making them sting. His shortness of breath was a reminder of how close he was to missing an important part of life. If he waited much longer to have a family, he’d be too old to keep up with them. He slowed his pace, but continued until her car was empty.
    Dropping to the carpet, he rested his aching back against the wall and stretched his arms over his head. Anna bustled back and forth, tucking things in the closets and kitchen cabinets, her step so light, he was glad he’d done the heavy work for her. Darn near heroic.
    Still, there would be more to do. “When is your furniture coming?”
    “I don’t have any yet. I kept a hope chest as a teenager, or I wouldn’t have a thing to get started with. But I still need to buy some more pots and pans and, oh, I don’t know what all.”
    Her beaming face gladdened his heart. “Where will you sleep?”
    She gave a little bounce. “You have to see this! One of the reasons I fell in love with the apartment.” Anna opened a closet and tugged on a strap. A Murphy bed dropped to