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fingers twisted in her lap. He held her clasped hands in one of his, draining away her worries with his quiet strength.
    “I’m a little confused, Steven.”
    His gaze, briefly, left the long strip of highway to look at her. “Why is that?”
    “Is there something wrong with people who enjoy this? I mean, it’s a full kidnapping that I fantasized about.”
    One corner of his lip lifted. “If there is something wrong with you, then there is something wrong with me. And we’ll be wrong together.”
    They laughed. It was cheesy, but he was right. They’d figure it out together.
    * * * *
    Steven watched Kaitlyn cross the threshold of her front door before slowly pulling away from her home. Their houses were only ten minutes apart, which made him glad. Any longer, and he would have too much time to think.
    He needed downtime; he needed space. He felt edgy, lonely, and frustrated. He couldn’t shake it. His fingers gripped the wheel when he turned out onto the main road and pressed the gas, watching the speedometer slowly move up toward sixty. And then he let up again. He didn’t want to lose his guest bed.
    He just couldn’t hurt her. As much as he wanted to torture her, control her, it wouldn’t do. She had no idea what she was getting into. And who was he to initiate her? Fifteen very long years waiting to find that woman who would understand his needs, and he didn’t have the courage to take it. All the lonely nights, misguided girlfriends, somehow seemed worth finding Kaitlyn. She made the ones who thought it was fun and games, and those that thought it was sick, seem like nothing in comparison. Kaitlyn was much too open to keep her lifestyle a secret. He knew all too well how difficult it could be to hide your true self from friends and family.
    To make matters worse, over the short time they had been together, it had become increasingly difficult not to dominate her. Every fiber in his body screamed for him to take control. He knew, from his limited contact at clubs and from his friends in the lifestyle, that this would not happen unless the other person was also willing. Submission was written all over her. From the way she quietly stood during a meal to fill his drink to the way she allowed him to control her in the bedroom.
    There were days she refused to meet his gaze, sought out his needs and desires, would seem content to just curl up in his arms. Nights she had ended engagements with friends to spend the evening with him. The breathless way she answered the phone, as though she’d run for it. She wanted to please him.
    And then, there were those days that her headstrong nature would rear its head, and he couldn’t even so much as step left without permission. She could meet him word for word, curse him to hell and back again. Still, there could be no telling what her response may be. Without talking to her, he’d never know. He couldn’t take being rejected. Not again. Not from the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
    “I just need a few days to recoup. That’s all. Just a few days.”

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Chapter Seven
    He hadn’t called in three days. The high Kaitlyn had been on slowly registered as the worst low ever. She felt cold at night, weepy during the day. The previous day at work, she had cried at her desk. The overwhelming sense of abandonment kept her on shaky ground. His not calling made it worse. Kaitlyn wondered if the barrage of emotions had anything to do with the intense level of play she’d just experienced. She wrapped her sweater more tightly around her body and hunkered lower into her desk, staring at the numbers in front of her.
    Her gaze traveled to the bent red rose drying on her desk. A rose she would keep forever. One that held memories of everything she never thought she’d experience again.
    A knock sounded near her open door. She looked up. Janine, a woman who worked two offices down stood there with worry written clearly on her face. “How’s it