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although I suspect I was more like a treasured pet than a wife. Even now I can't think of you as Aaron. That was his name.”
    “You used to call me Bo.”
    “Bow?”
    He grinned. “We'll have to watch a few reruns of The Dukes of Hazzard.”
    I'd seen the movie and now I saw the resemblance and giggled. “Bo—” I began.
    “I never forgot you,” he interrupted, cupping my cheek in his hand. “I remember how angry you were when I had your name tattooed on my arm. You said that anyone who put someone's name permanently on their body in this ever-changing world was just asking for trouble.”
    So that was what was tattooed on his arm. I looked up into his eyes. I didn't know how I felt. He was still nothing more than a stranger to me. But an incredibly sexy stranger. My body craved his touch.
    “Do you have any other questions I can answer?” Bo asked.
    “About a million. But only one for now.”
    “What's that?”
    Bo seemed to brace himself for a really hard question. But I was sure the one I was going to ask was the last one on earth he would have expected. “How did I like to make love?”
    He shook his head. “I'm not sure you're ready for that.”
    I gave him a puzzled look. “Am I the one with the memory problem? It's not like we haven't had sex three times in the last twenty-four hours.”
    “Yeah, but...” He trailed off and his dark eyes smouldered.
    Then as if he'd made a decision, he pulled me roughly to him and his mouth captured mine, stealing my breath and fanning flames of desire between my thighs.
    Without speaking, he ran his hand down my neck to the front of my blouse. With a quick pull, he jerked it open. Buttons pinged in the distance and my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to scream, but no sound would come. He leaned forwards, his lips brushing my ear.
    “If you want me to stop, your safe word is remember .”
    With rough, sure movements, Bo stripped me of the rest of my clothes. Then before I could stop him, he scooped me up and carried me to the bed.
    “Roll over.” His voice was commanding.
    I shivered, but not from fright as I turned onto my stomach. I could hear the rustle of cotton and the rasp of a zipper as he disrobed. Then I heard him open the closet.
    “What are you doing?” I called and started to roll over.
    “Do not move. I'll be right back.”
    The tone of his voice allowed no disobedience. So I lay still.
    I heard him rummaging through my suitcase. In moments he was back. Taking one of my arms, he pulled my hand towards the bedpost and tied it there with one of my silk stockings.
    “Hey, those are—”
    “Silence!”
    I bit my tongue while he repeated the action with my other arm, ruining a thirty-dollar pair of hose. Then he was gone again. This time I didn't call after him. Waiting in this powerless position excited me. I imagined his touch, his body inside of mine, and I burned to feel him enter me.
    When he returned, he climbed in bed beside me. “Tuck your knees up underneath you.”
    I did as he asked. Once I was positioned the way he wanted, arms stretched out before me, my ass was propped in the air giving him full access to me.
    Bo ran his hand down my shoulders, over my back and traced the round form of my buttocks. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured in a voice husky with desire.
    I felt his breath on my pussy and then his hot, wet mouth was on me. He ran his tongue the entire length of my underside, moving from my clit up to the rosebud hole of my ass. I felt as though I might burst as he repeated this motion over and over. I squirmed against my restraints.
    “You taste so good,” he groaned.
    “Wouldn't you like to be inside me?” I asked as seductively as I could.
    “And I will be, but not now.”
    “Please,” I begged. If he wouldn't fuck me, perhaps he would put a few fingers inside me to ease my building need.
    “You are an impatient young lady.” He laughed, rubbing my backside with his hand. Then he smacked it,