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diamond-tipped points, and everything suddenly felt more than a little damp.
    “I won’t ask you for forever, you don’t know me well enough for that, and the last thing I want to do is scare you away. I’m only asking for tonight. One night. Can you give me tha t?”
    Everything inside her screamed yes, and yet, she barely heard her answer leave her lips, and prayed he heard it too. “Yes.”
    Again, he offered her his hand, and she took it without hesitation. She followed him down a long hallway. Private rooms lined the corridor, some with doors open for those with a penchant for exhibitionism, others were closed tightly, but the sounds from within spilled out from under the door. The crack of a whip against flesh, tribal drums keeping rhythm for a flogging scene, sighs, gasps, moans of pleasure and pain created a symphony in her ears, and she absorbed as much of the ambience as she could. Finally, he stopped at the end of the hallway. Above the door was a gold plaque bearing his signature Celtic filigree and the initial E just as she’d seen embossed on his cards. Rissa wasn’t sure what she expected to find when he opened the door — a Dom of his stature, perhaps she expected to see whips, floggers, paddles, chains adorning the walls, but the glimpse he gave her as he pushed open the heavy oak door was anything but. She tried to see around him, but he stepped just inside the door and turned to face her, his massive build eating up most of the door frame.
    “I know my method of bringing you here was unorthodox, but I w anted you to choose to follow what your heart desires, not what conventional wisdom warned you against. I know you called Myles to see if it was safe which tells me you are smart. I also know he told you that you would be safe with me, but the submissive gives the Dom power. A true Dom, a real man, will never take it or push you into giving up what is yours to give. Instead of dragging you in here like some caveman with a raging desire to be buried to the hilt deep within you — which, there is no doubt that is what my most basic instincts are screaming for right this second — the choice to step into this room with me is yours and yours alone to make. I promise if you step across this threshold with me, I will care for and cherish your gift, and you. I will push your limits, but I will not give more than you can handle. We will e xplore and experience together.” His eyes lowered, and she stood aghast at the way he humbled himself to her, but still maintained the air of a Dom. “ Please, Rissa? Will you come with me?”
    Chapter Eight
    How could she say no to this man now? Easy. She couldn’t. All her concerns about him being a total stranger or having stalker tendencies went out the window with his request. She lowered her gaze, and without saying a word, stepped over the threshold and leaned her forehead against his chest. She placed one hand over his heart and felt its steady beat as he wrapped his arms around her.
    “My mother always said risk nothing, gain nothing. Even if all I gain here is this night an d a new friend that’s still more than I had before I received your first letter or took the step of faith that brought me here. ” And here, in his arms, that tiny voice spoke up once more, and she knew somehow by taking a step into his room and into his ar ms, that she’d gained far more than just one night and much more than just a friend. Something inside her warmed, and the ache that had taken up residence in her heart for the last 8 and a half months disappeared. Hope and an odd sense of being right where she was always supposed to be took its place. That feeling both scared the shit out of her and soothed her, but she’d deal with the implications of that feeling tomorrow morning. Right now, she was here, she was his for the night, and nothing else mattered. If she’ hadn’t been dripping before, the thought of being his certainly did it.
    They must have stood there for what