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but removable so we can put other things in the same place. Spanking benches, stocks, iron crosses—all sorts of dirty and delicious things. I designed it all to be modular, moveable and highly useful.” He released some kind of locking mechanism on the far side. “I can raise the whole thing or pivot it up in the front to get me closer to my holes.” He pointed across the room and Aslan followed where he motioned.
    A rolling stool in red leather sat in the corner, next to a rack of chains. And what was draped across it? A hospital gown. “Oh, fuck.”
    “That too. Or I can tip it backwards and almost all the way upright.”
    Calling her attention back to him, he swung the chair down in the back and he stepped to the head end where, if she were laying down, he’d be at the perfect height to fuck her face.
    “I don’t know what to say. I’m overwhelmed and awed by you. By this.” She turned in a circle again and there were bins and cabinets that contained who knew what dark and delicious toys to pleasure and hurt her with.
    Zeke came back around and pulled her back to his chest to hold her close. “Love it as much as I do?”
    “‘Love’ isn’t a strong enough word. Not even close. It’s our own kinky playground that we don’t even have to leave the house for. It’s…” She shook her head. “I can’t believe you did all this. I can’t believe…” She trailed off, unsure of exactly what she wanted to say. It felt like some kind of confession. A reverent admission, to be spoken on hallowed ground.
    “Believe it. You deserve it.”
    She shook her head and turned to face him.
    “You do,” he countered back. “Every delicious inch.”
    “We,” she breathed into the space and Zeke’s eyes softened. She wrapped her arms around his waist and held on tight. “No woman has ever been as loved as I am. Not one. Not even possible.”
    His palm on her cheek was warm and inviting. “And no man has ever been more thankful to be blessed with a wife as amazing as you.” Staring at her face, he seemed to take in every inch.
    He saw her—inside her, to the parts she always thought she needed to keep hidden. The parts too fragile to place at the feet of a man.
    Emotions rose inside her.
    But all those pieces she thought didn’t fit, couldn’t fit, were perfect because of who they were. No. Who they were together .
    A tear slipped over her lashes and he kissed it away. He didn’t say anything else, didn’t demand to know what she was thinking, feeling. Somehow, he just knew. The word “soulmate” was created for the connection they had. She’d never take him for granted. Them. Not ever.
    They stared at each other for a few more seconds of eternity.
    Those moments. She’d never forget them. Never need anything more than Zeke, because he was everything.
    Just…everything.
    “So.” Just one word was all he spoke as he tipped her chin up.
    Anticipation raced beneath her flesh as her monster took a step closer to the surface.
    “So?” she questioned and tilted her head to the side. She stared up at the man who held her heart.
    He nodded behind her and she turned around.
    She inhaled, momentarily forgetting about the chair spotlighted in the middle of the room.
    “Are you ready to play, my little patient?”
    She bit her lip and possibilities floated across her mind in rapid succession.
    What would he do?
    How dirty would he get?
    How many times would he make her come before she passed out?
    Reaching behind her, she grabbed onto the seam of his jeans to hold him close.
    The hard ridge of his erection pressed tight against his fly as he brushed against her ass.
    Glancing over her shoulder and up, she met his gaze and held it.
    The contained need rolling through him called to her as much as the fantasy did.
    Her fantasy. He’d done all of this for her. Unbelievable. The only word she could use to describe the man she’d married. The Dom she’d given herself to. Un-fucking-believable.
    Looking into his