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    She recalled Alison’s words about how she was supposed to be in control. Fake it till you make it, babe. Her mind flitted back to the best part of their earlier encounter, the part she’d missed when it was over. “Do you have that candle with you?”
    His tongue darted out, licking a trail along her inner thigh, her germ shield preventing the wet contact. “Liked that, did you?” Lifting his head, he nodded to Javier, who lit the candle someone had perched on the fireplace. She watched the wick catch fire, seeming to spark, and felt a corresponding ignition deep within her belly. Knots of tension unfurled, letting her relax and enjoy his ministrations.
    “Good girl,” Franco murmured as she sank back into the soft cushions of the couch, ready to let him do whatever he intended. She was just the town bike this time out—everyone got to ride. Not yet, though; she hadn’t advanced that far and wanted to work her way up the ladder, not have a line waiting for her services. “Can we have a little privacy, please?”
    Doors closed, and she smiled down at Franco. “We’re really going to do this again, huh?”
    “Tell me what you like, Genevieve.” His hands started working on her bathrobe, fumbling with the knot there. Had she really tied it so tightly? Oh well, she didn’t feel even remotely interested in helping him. Big, strong man could work this out all by his lonesome.
    Feeling coy all of a sudden, she asked, “What’s your specialty?”
    He glanced up from her ritualistic disrobement. “Domination, of course.”
    She thought about that for a beat. “Like whips and chains, bondage—that kind of thing?”
    Through clenched teeth, he explained, “Those are just props. Domination is all about control.”
    She fingered his braid, enjoying the silky texture of it. “And you like to be in control. Is that right, Franco?”
    “It’s my specialty.” The frantic tugging increased. “I’m a master in the art of shibari. I have tied up countless bottoms with intricate patterns designed to stimulate as well as immobilize the willing recipient.”
    A little thrill shot straight to her core. “Tell me more about the ... stimulation.”
    “I prefer to show rather than tell.” The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Would you like to play at submissive for me, Gen?”
    The idea intrigued her. What better way to shop out Franco’s abilities than to have him play on his area of expertise? “I’m not into pain.”
    He smiled. “There are many different levels of shibari. Tease and denial are often used to add a little ... spice to vanilla sex. First thing, though, you need to pick a safe word.”
    She felt her eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Safe word?”
    He stroked his finger down between her eyebrows in a featherlight touch. “Something you wouldn’t ordinarily say, a code that if you speak aloud, I will stop whatever I’m doing immediately.”
    Her mind went blank. “Um ... ?”
    Franco took pity on her. “How about the name of a place? A city you’ve never been to.”
    “New Chicago? I heard that the rebuilding on the hover foundation attached to the old city is almost as good as in New New York.” Gen winced as her babble switch flipped to the gibbering setting. She couldn’t help it; she always prattled when she felt nervous.
    From the look on Franco’s face, he considered stuffing a ball gag in her mouth. She wanted to hide, but then she remembered that any negative experience was his fault, not hers. After a lifetime of taking on the blame for everything, she had to school herself to remember that. With another glance at the candle, she squared her shoulders and lifted her chin.
    Franco raised an eyebrow. “New Chicago it is.”
    He reached into his man bag and extracted a length of white rope. “For this session, you will call me nawashi. ”
    “Why?”
    “Loosely translated, it means ‘master rope artist.’ Stand up and disrobe.” His tone brooked no argument.
    Gen’s