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knowing what lay beneath the covers, knowing what fantasies were played out. “Seth.”
    He touched a finger to her lips, a trace of sadness in his eyes. “
Shh
. Remember, you agreed to give me the control. This part is not up for discussion.”
    Her husband had lost his mind. He wanted to pretend they weren’t married? And what did taking a break from marriage have to do with an hour-long trip outside of the city? Her stomach knotted. “I don’t get it. Where are you taking me?”
    “A place where I’m going to make sure you get whatever you want without consequence.”
    She closed her eyes.
Oh, fucking hell.
All of a sudden, she knew without a doubt where they were headed. She’d never heard the name spoken, but she’d heard her brother and his friends murmur about it from time to time. A place where any fantasy could be had. A place where she could get exactly what was described in the book she had on her lap. “We can’t do this.”
    The car rolled to a stop, and Seth squared his shoulders. “Yes, we can. And unless I hear
Austin
, we will. Now get out of the car.”

Chapter Six
     
    Seth sat in the back corner of The Ranch’s dance club, sipping on a Coke. At quick glance, the club could pass for any swanky nightspot they had in Dallas. But once Seth’s eyes had adjusted to the dim atmosphere and blinking lights, a harder look had offered a much different picture.
    People were dressed in everything from jeans to full-scale leather to hardly anything at all. The dance floor was busy both with dancing and what Seth would’ve called advanced third base in high school—couples in various states of undress openly caressing every inch of their partners’ bodies. Those who weren’t dancing were lounging around the various corners of the room, either watching the antics or participating in their own. The scent of arousal permeated the air, mixing with the soft vanilla scent of the candles burning in the center of the tables and setting all of Seth’s systems on full sensual alert.
    He shifted in his chair, his eyes landing on a woman sitting at a nearby table. She snapped her fingers in front of the face of the half-naked guy kneeling at her feet. The man bowed down and kissed the tips of each of her boots. When the guy came back into a kneel, she smiled at him and spread her knees a bit. Seth couldn’t see what was beneath, but based on the man’s rapt expression, Seth had a feeling she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that skirt.
    Movement near the main door yanked Seth’s attention away and had his breath stalling in his lungs. He’d left Leila with specific instructions and had only half-believed she’d follow them. But as the first long length of leg stepped through the doorway, Seth nearly leapt out of his chair with relief. She had listened. She was willing to give this a try. He didn’t know whether to be thankful or terrified. He suspected he was equal parts both.
    Leila walked into the club with her chin ticked up, but her expression belied her trepidation. Seth’s gaze traveled down the length of her. He’d asked Grant, the owner of The Ranch, to set her up with a wardrobe for the weekend, and the man hadn’t let Seth down. The short burgundy number looked to be made for Leila’s curves and never-ending legs—classy but so fucking hot Seth could feel his mouth water.
    Damn. He’d forgotten how good his wife could look when she didn’t wear things that covered all the good stuff.
    As instructed, she didn’t look for him. He’d told her that he’d be doing his own thing tonight, enjoying his freedom as well. But he’d only said that to help her with any guilt. He had no intention of finding some other woman while he was here. His sights were only on one.
    Leila headed for one of the stools at the bar, though calling it a bar was a stretch since the place didn’t serve alcohol. Heads turned as Leila made her way through the crowd—other men, and a few women, looking at his wife