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twenty-four hours with her he knew he wanted more than a tumble in the sheets with Molly Gerard. What he didn’t know was if what he had to offer would scare her away, or if it was a line she wouldn’t dare to cross.
    He looked at his watch. Well, in an hour she’d be home. He’d have his answer shortly after that.
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    The purse was burning a hole in the passenger seat of the little sports car. Every few minutes Molly would glance sideways at it, resisting the urge to pull over, open it and yank out whatever Nick had put in there. Her brain raced a million miles a minute.
    What on earth could it be? What was small enough to fit into her purse but would give her pause? Or make her question him?
    She pushed the speed limit on the highway, slowing down only when she exited into the residential streets of Northwest San Antonio. She was impatient with the speed restrictions and honked her horn at slow moving vehicles in front of her.
    What is wrong with me? I’m acting like a teenager on hormone overload.
    At last she turned into her own driveway, hit the button for the automatic door and pulled into her garage. She nearly tripped on the doorsill entering the house, tossed her keys on the kitchen counter and opened her purse. On top of her wallet and makeup bag was a white envelope of thick, expensive stock with her name written on it. She opened it and pulled out the embossed card inside.
    “Peregrine,” it read. “The club for discriminating lovers. Are you the Dominant or submissive in your relationship? Let Peregrine help you find your niche.”
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    Molly’s hands shook as she flipped it over and read the message from Nick.
    “Are you adventurous enough to step into my world?”
    Legs trembling, she hurried into the den and booted up her laptop. Logging in to the main BDSM website she’d discovered when she was surfing, she did a search for Peregrine and there it was. A tasteful webpage offering everything for those into the lifestyle. Private and public rooms. Toys of all kinds available. Even a restaurant for its clientele, with a cordon bleu chef.
    As she read through the list of rules, the explanations of terms and activities and the outline of the club’s purpose, she found herself getting aroused.
    Aroused? Jesus, Molly. This is more than idle curiosity. This is for real.
    She scrolled down the page that listed a variety of toys—dildos of every kind, butt plugs, whips and floggers, restraints. And on and on. It made the one vibrating dildo she’d purchased online look like a kindergarten toy. In the beginning it was her secret means of relieving an occasional sexual need. With a sex life like the one she’d had with Craig, occasional was the right word. But when loneliness had driven her to the internet and she’d begun to explore alternative sexual activity, her little toy had begun to get more of a workout.
    She couldn’t deny that the BDSM scene fascinated her. What would Nick think if she accepted his invitation? Would she ever be able to look at him again without embarrassment? And then there was the exhibitionism factor. According to what she read, many lovers performed while others watched, so the Dom could let others see how much his sub pleased him. Would Nick expect that of her, expect her to do these things with him in front of others? Could she? And what would people think of a man as sexy as Nick Trajan dragging a much older woman to a highly sexual environment?
    Her head was spinning.
    Well, Molly girl. You wanted an adventure and here it is, right on your doorstep. Are you brave enough to accept the invitation, or are you too chicken?
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    nipples almost painfully hard, a tight knot of desire curling in her stomach.
    She reached for the phone with a hand not quite steady and dialed the phone number Nick had written on the card. When he answered, for a moment her mouth was too