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lover.”
    “You know me?”
    Oh, she had more than a trace of embarrassment on her face now.
    He had to work hard at not smiling.
    “We both do. And you know us. And I want very badly to fuck you, Chastity Sawyer. I want my hands all over your naked body, and yours on mine. I want to watch you fuck my lover, I want you to take us both at the same time. I want to feel you catch fire in my arms. I want you to give yourself to us—not just your body, but your mind and your heart as well. You want a lifestyle change, I’ll give you one.
    But you have to choose. You have to decide that this is what you want. And it begins right now. So yes, or no?” He stood in front of her and could see the effect his words had on her. No doubt a part of her wished the floor would open up and swallow her. He recognized the expression. He could also see intrigue and interest, and he could smell her arousal. Something about her Reckless Abandon
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    pheromones really did it for him, because he was getting harder by the minute.
    She trembled once and licked her lips with a nervous little flick of her tongue. Jordan’s cock hardened even more. He could see her answer on her face.

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    She’d never been this aroused, not ever, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The look in his eyes when she’d licked her lips had sent her senses scrambling.
    I want to feel you catch fire in my arms .
    She stood kicking at the gate of thirty and had never in her entire life caught fire in anyone’s arms. Sex had never been a big deal for her. The memory of that lovers’ chat between Blakey and his bimbo reared up, a lion ready to pounce, to tear and devour her feminine confidence. The image faded away thanks to Masked Man’s question still echoing in the room.
    “Yes.” Chastity blinked, because her mouth had said that without waiting for her head to catch up. The word had been spoken, and the look of satisfaction on his face thrilled her and frightened her at the same time.
    “You know who I am, don’t you, Chastity?” Since she really only knew one male-male couple, she nodded.
    Looking into eyes that had smiled at her as recently as yesterday in the elevator in her apartment building, she felt again that zing in her blood. Of course, yesterday she’d dismissed the sensation almost immediately. She’d had more pressing things on her mind.
    Dismissing this man and what he made her feel right now would be impossible.
    “Tell me who you knew me to be yesterday.”
    “Jordan Fitzpatrick.”
    “And who do you know me to be right now ?” 36
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    Chastity had difficulty swallowing. Her throat had suddenly gone dry. She knew what he wanted, and sensed saying the words would be a turning point—and a commitment. Fear and arousal made up two sides of the same coin, as did trepidation and attraction.
    “My master.”
    Pleasure flashed in his eyes. Unable to stop herself, she looked down at his crotch. His cock pressed against the leather, an impressive display.
    “You don’t have any idea what those words really mean yet, but you will. Take your blouse and skirt off. Fold them neatly and place them on the tiny shelf under your chair.” Chastity had bought the new lingerie to give herself confidence, never really dreaming any man would see her in it tonight. She felt herself shudder, but honestly couldn’t say if she shook with nervousness or excitement.
    Her fingers trembled as she unfastened her blouse. Slipping it off, she folded it and set it on the chair. Once her skirt joined it she set both garments on the tiny shelf, then returned to stand before him.
    “Your lingerie disputes your name. There’s nothing chaste about them.”
    She had forgotten he held the riding crop in his hand. He used it now, brushed the tip against her flesh to trace above the low cut of her bra. Her nipples tightened. When he moved it down to stroke over her mound, to slide it lightly between her legs, rubbing it back and forth over her slit, on