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a place where I didn’t have to face the fact I’m no longer seventeen, no
longer playing at a happy marriage…” Her words trailed off, and she tore her
gaze away.
    “How long were you married?”
    “Nine years. Mostly playing in the BDSM
club scene. Lloyd was the talent agent who got me my first modeling assignment.
I thought he was the perfect Master—that is, until he dumped me for my
hairdresser. My male hairdresser.” She laughed, a nervous little sound that
conveyed anything but mirth. “I think it would have hurt less if he’d tossed me
out for another woman.”
    Jimmy reached over and took her hand,
rubbed his thumb gently over hers. Fuck, he didn’t know what to say. Sure, he
knew some guys who swung both ways, including a couple of his new teammates.
The two tight ends—one was married and they shared his wife and each other in
scenes at Rebels’ Roost. He’d seen guys sucking and fucking each other in club
scenes. But Jimmy liked pussy. And he sure as hell couldn’t picture any man
preferring another woman to Julie, much less another man .
    The silence was beginning to hang
unpleasantly between them. “He had to be insane.” That came out louder than he
intended, drew the attention of the waiter.
    “Not insane. Just scared somebody would out
him to his very proper family, and willing to live in the shadows with his
decoy—me—and escape whenever he could into the club scene where he could
indulge his darkest fantasies.” She fiddled with her cup, her fingertips
clutching at the warmth. “That is, until he couldn’t take the lying anymore.”
    Jimmy was feeling closed in, too. “Let’s
get out of here.” He glanced at the bill then stood and fished a couple of
twenties from his wallet. By the time he laid them on the table and looked for
Julie, she’d already headed outside.
     
    What was there about Jimmy that had made
her need to spill her guts? It wasn’t as though they were lifelong friends, or
even long-term fuck buddies. Fighting back the urge to cry, Julie held on to
the wrought iron rail and tried to focus on the gently rolling river below.
    She felt his body heat and realized he’d
come up behind her. As though he knew she needed to get herself collected, he
didn’t say anything, just splayed his big hands over her belly and drew her
close. They stayed that way a long time, as boats came and went like time in
slow motion and tourists flowed by them on the street, barely noticed.
    “Sorry for dumping all the angst on you,”
she mumbled, covering his hands with hers and leaning closer so her words would
carry on the breeze.
    “No problem, baby. I’m glad you figured I’d
understand. I just have trouble imagining any man wanting another woman when he
had you, let alone a guy. But then I’m disgustingly hetero.”
    Unlike her ex, Jimmy had to bend to whisper
in her ear. His size and obvious strength made her feel protected, although
he’d left no doubt in her mind that he’d enslave her sexually without a qualm.
“Are you sure?”
    “Yeah. I’m sure. I can’t get hard thinking
about having sex with anybody else, male or female, when I’m this close to
you.”
    “Not even in a club scene?”
    He nipped her earlobe, blew gently on it.
“Nope. Not that I haven’t enjoyed threesomes every now and then, or even the
occasional orgy among friends. But I’ve never gotten into the guy-on-guy
action. For the most part, I’m into mastering just one woman at a time.”
    His cock swelled and hardened against her
spine. Good thing he had on loose cargo shorts or he might just have an obvious
problem if they broke apart and started strolling down the sidewalk. “You do a
great job of that.” She hesitated then turned and brushed her lips across his
cheek. “Master.”
    “Am I?”
    For a Dom, he sounded a little hesitant.
“If you want to be. You’ve probably figured out from my confession session that
I’m older than you—that is, if you hadn’t already guessed by