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    Lara had been so distracted by Fischer’s kiss, she hadn’t realized he’d picked her up and had moved until he set her on her feet in front of the elevator. She was panting, trying desperately to pull in enough oxygen to get her bearings. How on earth did the man manage to completely scramble her brain with nothing more than his kiss? She felt her knees tremble and hoped like hell they wouldn’t fold out from under her again. Watching the doors slide closed shutting out the sounds of the main room, Lara looked over at Fischer just in time to see him enter the code that would open the elevator’s backdoor when they reached the floor where their private office suite looked out over the club’s main room. She looked down where his hand encircled her upper arm and wondered for a moment if he was trying to keep her on her feet or prevent her escape. As fucking if… the only escape she was interested in is the one that would shut off the fear pounding between her ears like the beating drums of the jungle tribes of the Amazon. Damn those always scared the crapola out of me.
    Fischer seemed to sense she was sliding out of the moment, he turned to her when the elevator started to move, and simply said, “Strip.” The one word command set her entire body on fire. The heated rush that blew over her made tiny droplets of sweat bead up on her chest as desire flushed over her skin. With trembling fingers, Lara gathered the hem of her dress and began pulling it slowly over her head. Since he’d already removed the tape she used to secure the dress’s plunging neckline, it slid off easily.
    She placed the silky garment in his waiting hand and shuddered as the air conditioning blew over her heated skin causing goose flesh to work its way across her bare breasts like ripples over water. The contrasting sensations sent her libido into overdrive and she heard herself moan softy as his fingers trailed down the side of her cheek to trace a line along her chin before continuing down the side of her neck. When he reached her collarbone, Fischer’s finger rotated just enough so the manicured nail rasped down the outside curve of her breast. That simple touch felt like a line of fire and she gasped, her mind was already starting to spin as she struggled to process all the sensations.
    He hadn’t even touched the nipple, but it tightened quickly in response—as if begging him to linger and give it the attention it was seeking. “Your body craves a Master’s touch, baby.” Only yours. Yours and Master Peter’s. She’d never responded to another Dom the way she did to the two of them.
    Lara wanted to keep them for her own, but they’d only eluded to making their relationship more permanent at some point in the future, and she was determined she wouldn’t beg—at least not for that . Okay, so maybe she was being old-fashioned, but it just “shouldn’t be done” as her mother always said. “Good girls don’t have to chase after men. Men may play with the bad girls, but they chase and keep good girls, Lara—don’t forget that.” She could still hear her mother’s words ringing in her ears. When she realized she might never get another chance to hear her mother’s voice, Lara felt her arousal fade as sadness moved over her.
    Blinking back the tears that were threatening to fall, Lara realized the elevator door stood open, but Fischer wasn’t moving—he was simply studying her, his gaze laser sharp. “What were you thinking about, baby? And don’t you dare edit, I’m fairly sure your pretty ass is already going to be worn out before we’ve finished, and I’d hate to see you add to your troubles.” His voice might have been soft, but the demand was easy to hear. The problem was, how much could she share without revealing how insecure she was actually feeling?
    When she didn’t answer right away, he sighed in frustration and hit a button on the small elevator’s control panel that kept the doors from